Little Man

He's been wearing his new silver trainers. He knows he looks cool.
He wore them to visit the penguins. He had attitude as he ran up and down the exhibit, barely able to breathe with excitement.

He's his own little person, and he know what he wants. After his sleep today, still in his cot, we had a little conversation that went like this:

Lets go and have some lunch!
No
Well lets change your nappy then...
No
Do you want to stay in your cot?
Yes
Why?
Cosy!

And then he grabbed his quilt and snuggled under with Gaw-Gaw, and we played a little game, where I had to pretend to put him back to sleep, all cosy and warm and turn the light out. We played it for ages, and didn't go up to have lunch until 3pm.


His delicious mood continued, as we made pictures in his scrapbook. He insisted on drawing 'Nemo' all afternoon, after yesterday's visit to the aquarium. I can't tell you how many times he shouted Nemo! at the clownfish.
For dinner, I got out his special plate.


I gave him lentil hair and a mashed potato beard. Toby thought it was hilarious and gobbled up his dinner with rare ease. With each mouthful he was joyfully shouting Hair!, killing himself laughing.
After dinner, he insisted on being walked around the kitchen upside down. Luckily he wasn't sick. But he is a crazy boy.