Our son’s not a dog

Baby A has been sitting up quite a  bit now (nope, still not by himself). Of course, as a result he falls over an awful lot too. It’s very important to keep him protected, otherwise he’ll bang his head all the time.

We were in doing a bit of shopping today and I saw this great mat. It was quite a large circular one and quite padded like a mattress. Perfect! Baby A could sit on that – if he fell over, he wouldn’t hurt himself. So I showed it to Mummy A.

She looked at it, looked at me, then looked at it again.

“Our son’s not a dog, you know!” She said sternly.

Er…what?

I looked at the mat again…and suddenly noticed the picture of a bone on it. Then I looked around me – and realised we were in the Pets department. Hey, how was I to know they make it so comfortable for dogs?

Oops.

The longest journey

Today we took him on his longest journey yet, to……Oxford Street! Yes, that’s right we took him to London’s premier shopping street (in case you’re spotting a trend, hey, we enjoy shopping!).

Mummy A works near there, so she wanted to show him off to her work colleagues. Bit of a difference with this trip as we took him all the way on the Tube….luckily he fell asleep on the way there! I’m always conscious about him crying on public transport, especially I have noticed it with other kids in the past (before I get villified, I have never made comments to anyone!).

Mummy A’s colleagues loved him. Lots of women working there so he was on full flirting mode! Although…..a trip wouldn’t be complete without a big poo. Thanks, Baby A.

We took him out to the shops for a bit as well. He’s got this same old grumpy expression that he has when taking a bath, but I reckon he enjoys it. He looks very inquisitive, with his eyes darting about all over the place.

The way home was more problematic…he decided to cry all the way on the Tube. Thank god the Central line is so noisy!

Check out my wheels

We finally got Baby A’s buggy out to take him on a trip. I’ve been accused of mollycoddling him so it’s about time really. To be fair we haven’t taken him out enough, but it was a lovely day so we thought we’d let him check out his new wheels. He was ecstatic to get into the pushchair (as you can tell by the picture)…..

We didn’t go too far – went into the supermarket first, just to see what his reactions would be. He was as good as gold, eyes wide open and looking around at everything.

At one point I said to Mummy A “Shall I scare him a bit?”…..and took him into the baby milk section. What can be more terrifying for someone that dislikes milk, eh?

Afterwards we drove to a few other shops in the retail park. I don’t know whether it was because of the weather, but the whole place stank. Not “oooh, there’s a funny odour in the air” sort of stink, but “It smells so bad I’m going to be sick” type of smell. At first we thought it was Baby A’s nappy (few things are worse than that), but this smell got everywhere.*

As a result we didn’t stay out too much longer, but Baby A seemed to have a good time of it. He enjoys the motion in the buggy and only got a little bit ratty when he got hungry (still didn’t want milk though).

* Turns out the retail park is built near a sewage works. Clever planning there.