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Elliott has really been learning the concept of self as of late. It's sinking in quickl,y and like most men, he's becoming fairly found of me, mine and all things centred around himself. Kidding. Ish.

For instance, he'll spot a big truck in traffic and as always, he'll say, "Papa truck."

"Yes," I'll say "that's a truck like Papa's."

In turn he will change his stance, "no, ME! Me truck. Me truck."

He does this with most everything. One upside is that he's also fiercely independant. I will be trying to help him into the bath and he'll be instantly angry "Me!" he'll say "me." That or maybe he'll be heading up a ladder with a Gnome that's roughly the size of him. I'll offer a little assistance and watch out ... yikes. What a change from Kate who still thinks there's some divine knowledge associated with putting on a shirt.

In other news I took "me" and Kate to Butterfly World on the advice of Aunty Rhonda and Aidan. We had a great time and I'm fairly confidant that no butterflies were actually injured as a direct result of our visit. Although with the following video it is a little hard to tell for sure. Enjoy and TGIF-ish. aj

 Elliott losing it not for the hundreds of butterflies fluttering around his head but rather it was for his deep appreciation of the moulded, plastic duck.

Proud peanut.

Murder?

My loves.