I like to be as honest as I can when it comes to writing these blogs. At least within reason. Don't get me wrong, if I have a doctors appointment I'm not going to be posting about the details of it here. If you ask, I might let you know, but let's not get too weird.
So this week Isabelle has really taken off with her crawling. The way she is now, you really do have to have eyes in the back of your head. Give her a minute or so and she's crawled across to the baby gate, pulled herself up and holds on. I don't think it will be long before she's trying to walk. Not that either me or Rachel want her to do that any time soon.
Today started pretty early. By 5:50 I was on the top deck, watching the sunrise and smoking a Cuban cigar. Don't get me wrong, I probably looked a little bit like a dick. A cigar really doesn't suit me. But it's on my bucket list to smoke one, and doing it in that setting seemed like as good a place as any.