Monday, 9 July 2012

Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Today I bought the baby his first pair of shoes. A lot of fussing and cooing went on by the Clarks salespeople, who make a big deal out of it - I am now the proud owner of a photo of him taken by them - sitting on the floor of the shop wearing the new shoes and looking gobsmacked. In the shop we tried to make him 'walk' wearing them, something he is usually keen to do but he just stood, clutching my hands and keeping his feet frozen in place, perhaps feeling somewhat weighed down by them. I let him sit on the floor instead and he tried to remove them.

But once we got home he tried crawling in them and didn't seem to mind them so much. After some lunch we cranked up the music and danced together to Ray Charles singing Hit the Road Jack. He loves being held while you dance and also loves it if you sit near him and dance with your head and arms, he vigorously nods his own head back at you and smiles. My ponytail caused much laughter today because when I 'danced' it flew abut the place and he thought that was very funny.

At the 12 week scan of my pregnancy the ulstrasound revealed a tiny twisting creature. "A dancing baby" said the woman operating the scanner. Today he has his dancing shoes at last - maybe the next pair can be tap shoes.

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