Aidan has a new favourite toy. It used to be his mobile. And Mr Frog. But now it's any old cloth he can grab and pull towards him. He'll either eat it or put it on his face and take ages to pull, tug and (as is often the case) miss it, until it's off him. Then he puts it back again. If he was noisy while watching Mr Flying Lion chase Mr Flying Rabbit, he's now turning the level up a notch.
He's developing a little fun personality now too. Erin took him to Baby Massage last week and he didn't stop looking around at who he could smile at. He eventually caught the eye of Daisy. What a flirt. Then Erin brought him to have lunch with me yesterday as I was working at our office near Borough Market. After we ate we took him up to see some of my colleagues and he didn't stop goo-ing and gah-ing at them (they did the same back - and they should know better).
You've got to love him.
As you can see, he's also a dribbler. Not like Maradonna yet. Like a baby, I suppose. His hands always have to go in his mouth (as does everything else). And he's had a few nights in a row on a couple of separate occasions over the last few weeks when hasn't slept well at all. We think it's all to do with teething, but when will the little shiny whities appear?
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