Canal-boating

I'm writing this whilst sitting on the boat, so it's a bang-up-to-date story.

We're on the boat for the weekend, having come to see Nanny & Gramps and introduce Imogen and Buster to the joys of boating. As you can see, it's been a very wet introduction, but at least we can't be accused of mollicoddling (not sure about the spelling of that!) our child! As I once heard someone say "There's no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing"!

Bless her, she kept smiling while the rain dripped down her face and her eyes watered from the wind. Don't worry - she had plenty of layers on under the waterproof.

On slightly different news, her crawling is developing "well" - she can now move about fairly efficiently on hands and knees, rather than hauling herself along on her belly - this latest skill has been practised a lot on the boat where she's decided the sparkly surround to the fire is a good thing to aim for. I say well, but I can see that as the hands and legs get more co-ordinated the crawling is going to become more efficient and I'm really not going to be able to keep up with her - good for her, but not so good for me! She's now also able to go from sitting to crawling, so I can't even rely on leaving her sat with a few toys - anything that's not immediately in front of her is always more attractive.

Buster seems to be quite happy with the boat as well. After being a bit cautious about getting on it when we arrived he's now a dab hand at the jumping on and off bit. The towpath is generally a good place where he can run off some energy (unless there's a road nearby of course) although a manic episode nearly ended in a splash earlier when he was running towards me and skidded on the wet ground - luckily he stopped in time!