Ten minutes with Jim and Lottie.

Boxes are cool, as are the remains of a spaghetti lunch.


Lottie looks sternly at the camera.


Now contemplative.


Now curious.


Aww, hugs. Or squishing. One of those.


Jim likes to pile blankets on Lottie. Apparently it's a tent.


Lottie doesn't mind.


Oh wait, a box! Er, excuse me, a car.


Back to blanketing the baby.


Free at last!


And this is the part where I drop the camera and run to save Lottie from being dropped on her head (...again).


Jim takes a break to sit on his cartoon-watching perch.


A moment's peace before the frenzy resumes.