Friday gone was Felix's 2nd birthday. In keeping with last year's post here's an updated montage of photos taken exactly a year apart. I'm starting to wish we'd found a better position for the shot, as it's proves harder each year to keep him still long enough. It's going to be interesting to see whether I can get him to agree to the photo each year throughout his adolesensce.

Although the difference between 1 and 2 isn't as obvious as between 0 and 1 I think the obvious change is from baby in to boy. Oh, and he's got teeth now too. Having a boy makes you realise it's no coincidence it's boisterous and not girlstrous.

For his birthday I took the day off work and we all (Granny and Granddad included) caught the choo choo to (Old) York.

Felix is obsessed with anything choo choo. Sitting on the table in one and watching everything rush by seemed to make him as happy as Larry. Little did he know that when we got there we'd be going to the National Railway Museum.

In the shot above he's on the class of (if not the) train that his Great Great (Great?) Grandad, Solomon Howlett, was the fireman on at the turn of the last century.

Needless to say he loved it.

It's always amazed me that he's so in to trains. How can he have any concept of what they are? Apart from a trip on the Eurostar to Paris, which I don't think he'll remember, he had never actually been on one before Friday or seen that many in real life. Somehow the Thomas franchise must have a real grip over young boys.