Louis's crawling. Aaaahhhhhh. No, not aaaahhhhhh (well for the first few hours it was I admit).
There's plenty to say aaaahhhhhhh about with Louis. He's an absolutely joyful, little, snuffley animal is our Lou, but boy is he a determined little sod.
He's been trying to crawl for weeks now. If you've ever watched Terminator II you'll remember the scene, where they've pretty much destroyed the android. Blown it's legs off, stripped it of all it's outer flesh and still it drags it's torso along by it's robotic arms to reach it's objective. Bit like Lou, that is. He's a Thursday's child you see and therefore has far to go - well that's what Nic says - I just think he's a determined little sod.
So now we have two moving little missiles, both with random trajectories, one with the capacity to choke on small objects and one that has just started playing with an awful lot of small chokeable objects. Goodo.
What's worse is Nic says they're already starting to show signs of ganging up on her. By all accounts when she was at the sink washing up yesterday the two of them were sat eating tea and she suddenly realised they were both absolutely pissing themselves laughing at each other. She has no idea what they were laughing about and when she asked Eben, he responded with 'Nothing'. WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOTHING, YOU'RE THREE.
Ah well, only another 25 years to go.