Crash, the Game.

So Noah has invented a new game: Crash. It's a game best played with Daddy (Noah never asks Mummy to play). Basically, it's wrestling. He's got some good moves, too.


Noah loves it when Lily plays, too. As you can imagine, Crash is the kind of game that Lily enjoys right up until the point where she inadvertently bumps heads with Noah, or takes a foot to the face. That's wrestling, folks.


Backtracking a bit, the remainder of the Tassie holiday was a blast for the kids. Having an every-night slumber party with the boys probably took its toll on Noah a bit, though!


Lily is getting increasingly persistent with standing (while holding something), and she's very confident - perhaps bordering on reckless! Lily loves to let-go with one hand, twist around and just look about, regardless of whether or not she's in a very stable position. An adventurous little soul, I guess.


Crawling, however, she has mastered. She's fast, she can sit-up after crawling, she can negotiate little obstacles. Lily even successfully found her brother in a round of hide-and-seek! (I said, Where's Noah? Lily made a dash for him; Noah loved it.)