I love you fish pie

Owen has developed a routine, demanding a full run down of the night's "mama and dada" dinner menu before he makes his night-time farewells. He likes to be able to report the menu back to Marc, but it usually takes him about seven takes to memorize it. Here's last night's conversation:
Owen: Good night mama. What are you making for mama & dada's dinner?
Serena: Good night lovey. We're having fish pie and broccoli.
Owen: Oh. Ok. What was that again?
Serena: Fish pie. And broccoli.
Owen: Oh. So fish pie. And what was the other thing?
Serena: Broccoli.
Owen: Oh. One more time?
Serena: Fish pie and broccoli.
Owen: Oh. Fish pie and... what was that again?
Serena: Fish pie and broccoli. Good night, I love you.
Owen: I love you fish pie. And what was that again?

All growed up

We're not sure if it's because she just turned one, but Georgie suddenly seems quite a lot older. She's wearing some real "little girl" clothes now, and can walk about 15-20 steps unaided (though she'll happily revert to crawling if she's in a hurry).

She's also started getting very annoyed if she's left out of Owen's activities, and is clearly trying to learn the finer points of playdough and jigsaws. In both cases, the key insight seems to be: don't eat it.

Owen can also seem quite grown up, like a five year old much of the time. He's so tall, and talks a hundred miles a minute like his mum. He even throws in the occasional weird word -- the other day he said "that surely isn't right" :-). But then he'll remind us he's only three by throwing a colossal tantrum. Or a few tantrums -- he's not stingy with them. But he's mostly pretty fun.