My Pretty

He is in love. With the remote control.

It is a forbidden love. He is not allowed to touch it...which just makes his infatuation all the more fierce. No matter how many other fun, shiny rattles & plush, crinkly stuffed animals I offer him, he has eyes only for the remote control.
"I want THAT one..." his starring eyes command.
Sorry Bub.
You can drool on my face, on the carpet & even on the dog. But you cannot drool on a battery operated remote. Mummy needs her Foxtel.
And get your eyes off my mobile phone too!
I am also amazed how babies find the "Tag" on all clothes, bibs & toys....little fingers sourcing the shiny, smooth tag to be sucked & stroked. Over & over again. Some of Cooper's favourite toys are based solely on how many tags they have. This picture shows him holding a stuffed Caterpillar which has 18 fun fuzzy feet to fondle...but he's gone straight for the tag. Anyone else notice this?

Shopper!

Cooper had his first ride in a shopping trolley recently. Here he is, sitting up like a seasoned professional.

The sight of him perched up there had me bellowing with laughter! I was completely doubled over. The way he instinctively knew how to hold on made me roar even louder. In fact, all my squealing and clapping caused such a commotion that fellow shoppers were stopping and turning to look at us.
"It's his maiden voyage.." I quickly explained, composing myself. He swung his little feet back and forth.
He remained poker faced. He casually observed all the wares.

Thoroughly enjoying the view from his high vantage point. People stopped to say hello to him. I beamed from behind the washed potatoes.
Hysterical, I tell you!
Such little things are a complete joy to experience.
My baby.
Shopping!
Priceless!