This is lil Emma just after her bath, wrapped up in a towel, ready for the drying off. Granny H gave us this hooded towel which Emma is yet to grow into - but when you have uber-cool stuff, you want to try it out straight away.
This one has the Liverpool crest on the front and say 'No 1 fan' on the back.
Standing on her changing table, Emma always checks out the dogs while I pat her dry.
For her first year, Emma wasn't interested in stuffed toys. Why would she be - they didn't rattle, make noises or have any bright lights.
The question I must ask you is this:
Do you think she likes her stuffed toys now.
One is not enough. Must have two at all times.
Sleeping babies need toys to cuddle too. She isn't particular. Any camel, bear or dog will do.
And the feet crossed nogal.
"I'm not trying to hint or anything dad, but, ahem..."
This is Emma's motorcar box. She gets dragged around the house at breakneck speed, often with a look of terror on her face. But she loves it cos she makes me do it again and again.
If she stumbles across the box (I kinda hide it), she starts grunting and moaning at me to come pull her around. Cheeky little .....
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