He's quite adept at the bum shuffle now. We nickname him Bum-Shuff (very original I know). I must have said it out loud in the post office because yesterday when I took Elmer in to post some Christmas cards the lady behind the counter said "It's Bum-Shuff. He's back!"
His recent speciality is escaping. From the aforementioned post office (whilst I am innocently licking a stamp), from a shop, whilst I pay at the counter, from people's houses when they open the front door for a SECOND. I think because he's so low down, and so quiet, he's not as noticeable as a child who can actually walk.
Luckily we have a long expanse of grass from the barn to the house build. It takes him a while to shuffle down, then I pick him up and he starts again. That gives us about 15 minutes breathing time. How on earth people cope when their babies start walking... or running (!!) is beyond me.
With all this sunny weather we've had it doesn't feel in the slightest bit Christmassy. Come January I'll be very happy that it's summer, but December ought to be cold and grey, so that we can enjoy open fires, mulled wine, hats, scarves, (maybe a bit of snow?) twinkly lights, big hearty meals, and all the magic of the Christmas season. I'm going to have to move to Lapland.
His recent speciality is escaping. From the aforementioned post office (whilst I am innocently licking a stamp), from a shop, whilst I pay at the counter, from people's houses when they open the front door for a SECOND. I think because he's so low down, and so quiet, he's not as noticeable as a child who can actually walk.
Luckily we have a long expanse of grass from the barn to the house build. It takes him a while to shuffle down, then I pick him up and he starts again. That gives us about 15 minutes breathing time. How on earth people cope when their babies start walking... or running (!!) is beyond me.
With all this sunny weather we've had it doesn't feel in the slightest bit Christmassy. Come January I'll be very happy that it's summer, but December ought to be cold and grey, so that we can enjoy open fires, mulled wine, hats, scarves, (maybe a bit of snow?) twinkly lights, big hearty meals, and all the magic of the Christmas season. I'm going to have to move to Lapland.
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Bum-Shuff is ADORABLE!
(12.10.10 @ 09:09 PM)No need to go to Lapland We have all that in Cardiff!
(12.11.10 @ 08:53 AM)Aw, gorogeous photos, divine baby.
I trust there's a safety net under Steven??
M x
hehehe that is too cute - it looks like he's worn a little path in the grass... : )
(12.12.10 @ 08:46 PM)