I couldn't choose just one photograph this week, and both seem appropriate. The first was taken on the public holiday last week, I can't remember what song they were listening to, judging by Matts hand I'd say it was a punk song. Elroy frequently gets called 'punk' but in a cute endearing kinda way. He is cheeky. He hates the change table,will squirm all over the place and stand up and demand a hug, and put his arms around your neck. It's super cute, and he knows that he can get away with it.
The second photograph I took on Sunday, when he was a bit out of sorts and looking so pale. He woke up on Monday with laboured breathing and a terrible cough. The doctor confirmed croup, poor baby. Fortunately he seems to be on the mend now.