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Monkey is four months old today! 16 weeks! Hallelujah! A while ago, I asked Mr TC to give him his bottle, while I took a shower. I came out, to the sound of silence ... except a funny strange suckling sound coming from the kitchen table. On closer inspection, I find this scene .....




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.... I finally found my industrious husband outside, doing something else. His explanation?
"He can feed himself now, hon!"
Mr TC will have Monkey driving up to the shops to buy his own formula soon.
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The lovely Flicka from Vacant Uterus reckons she only has one brain cell left. She named him Mitch. I asked her to come up with the name of MY last remaining brain cell .... she called him Bogart. "Of all the brains in all the world .... he walks into mine." Heh heh.
Also, I'm a little concerned about Monkeys lack of tricks. Alas, he does not roll over, fetch, or collect my slippers. All he has done lately is hold and cuddle a toy, which was very cute, although slightly worrying. I'm thinking it's because I haven't been as interactive with him as I probably should. So, my mission is to play more with him, on the ground. He's starting to enjoy limited amounts of 'tummy time'. When he is just laying there on the floor, Tiger always says "Mum! Monkey's doing 'back time' again."
Allow me to illustrate .....

This is tummy time .....







This is back time .....





And THIS is "getting washed by daddy in the kitchen sink of our holiday flat" time ....



It's a wonder Mr TC didn't just pass him the soap and tell him to wash himself.
XOX