The mysteries of babies run deep. What are they saying? Is it really a,e,i,o,u? Can vowels be learned at 10 weeks?
And what sea entity do the constant drifting movements of a baby's hands and feet remind me of?
Sea weed? Sea anemones? Squid?
Or are they homeboy hand movements? Have I sung I'm Sexy And I Know It to him too many times?
While GG and I were homeboy sitting, letting mama hit the gym, my friend Rachel over in England was setting up 10.
10 things she can't live without. You will love them. Rachel has a blog full of dogs and cats and her beautiful new house, country walks, fresh baked scones and a garden in the making. She has a lovely son, loyal friends and a very wry sense of humor. When I do my Grand Tour I hope to drop by her house for a brisk walk and a cream tea. Maybe a slice of cake too. Apparently a long brisk walk is called for.
I'm going to link you up with her and then go take a peek in the bedroom.
Do you think he's awake yet?
Does this mean that every time we babysit Mr. Baby is gong to get a post?
What do you think?