Today is Rafe’s 2nd birthday. Happy Birthday, baby.
We spent the day at Marwell Zoo with Grandma and Grandpa and had a great time, despite the wind and rain and cold. Or maybe, because of it. Clad in his splash suit and wellies, Rafe took full advantage of the many muddy puddles, and the poor weather ensured we were one of only a few other groups of people in the park.
Rafe enjoyed watching the penguins swimming around in their tank, generally running around and was enthralled with the tigers and Siberian chipmunks.
The Guardian featured a front page story about how the police think they can tell which 5 year olds will become criminals later in life. Based on this mysterious criteria, they will take DNA samples for their register from these 5 year olds. My husband keeps saying Rafe’s eyes are to close together. I thought it was a joke, little did I know it means he’ll grow up to be a serial killer. Shall I just turn him over to the police now?