We went out for a roast dinner; however the rest of the world seemed to have the same idea and so we had great difficulty finding a table. We ended up in Frankie and Benny's, which is very baby friendly and he had a good old munch on garlic bread, burger, tomato, cucumber, potato, yorkshire pudding and carrot. The roast my sister-in-law ordered seemed to be more deep fried rather than roasted, but the rest of our food was yummy.
We then went to the Clark's concession in Mothercare, had J-cub measured for shoes (4H for those of you who're keeping track) and tried on a few pairs until we found one that he liked. He took great exaggerated steps around the floor, confused by the unfamiliarity of a weight on his feet. He seemed to walk better though, and stood more flat-footed rather than on his tippy-toes. Auntie Rachel bought the shoes as his Christmas present, and he wore them home. They're so lovely, and perhaps we'll get less comments about him being too old for booties now (the main disadvantage to having a bigger-than-average baby, is that people presume he's older than he is, and therefore either developmentally-challenged or we're not parenting him right. It's quite annoying.).
J-cub applauding our tree-decorating skillz
J-cub playing with shiny things