Walking

Yep, as the title suggests my little monkey has started to walk, he's so determined and I love to see him toddling around, he can do about 10 steps without falling at the moment... he gets so proud of himself.
   
I was sitting on my computer earlier for ten minutes after cleaning up, having a little 5 mins of mummy time, Neo was down on the floor cuddling his bears going "Ahhhh" so i'm thinking im safe to just quckily check my emails, haha how foolish am I, this is 1 sneaky little boy I have here, before I know it he's moved from down next to me and is back on top of te box of books, he can now climb up without the aid of a 5 litre bottle of water. Joys for me. I'm creeping towards him... "Neo baby, stay there" Slowly... slowly... he's on his hands and knees rocking backwards and forwards excitedly, squealing and spitting a little, lovely! As I get to him, I grab him lift him up, down on the floor ... "No baby. Not the books, Dangerous" He stomps his feet a little and squeals at me for still having hold of him *need eyes in the back of my head*

Ok, so as it's early we're going to head off into town to do a little shopping and to visit the park. I'm excited as much as the boy is. Getting dressed seems to be getting quicker day by day so it wasn't long before we were ready to head out the door. Neo is tired so is pulling at my trouser legs, I whisk him up, plonk him in the pram, straps on, favourite blanket, and within 5 minutes he's asleep... Bonus!

I do what I have to do in town and Neo wakes up just as we get into Westfield shopping centre, he's all smiles and is enjoying laying there and watching the floors above of people walking around, while he's still in a dosy state I manage to get the tops I need and head back out. Now he wants to sit up, both arms are hanging over the edge of the pram and hes pulling with all his might to raise himself up, laughing at his determination I lift his seat. 

We head to the park now, first its bag search time, yep, thats right, they now search your bags for you to enter the stupid park, Absolute joke "whats in the primark bag"  - "erm, Primark stuff"  JEEZ! 

Neo gets excited at the sight of the swing and starts to bounce "bah bah bah bah" I lift him out and place him in the swing, hes so happy, smiling and giggling, that is, until he's back to turning around, Ah, the dangers. I take him out and place him on the slide, he's not so sure, begins to try and grab hold of me for reassurance (I am supporting him on the way down) and is trying to use his feet to climb into my arms, bless him. After a few attempts at trying to make him relax I give in and hold him close, he spots a pigeon "bah bah bah" Hes trying to push his way to the ground to go and get it, "bah bah bah" I don't let him down, the floor is wet and I haven't got clean jeans for him, instead we stand and watch the pigeon, with many "bah's" and "che che che" From him in his amazement :) After a little playing and gasping at such things as trees and leaves and birds we stop for some lunch... The next mission! 

I place him in his pram and he starts to kick up a fuss, he doesn't seem to realise I have food for him until I pull the jar from the bag (I hate using these and very rarely do so but boots do an organic range) he stops fighting and kicking an looks in surprise like "Where you get that from" I start to feed him, he's not very impressed with the food and soon decides he doesn't want to eat it, this results in high pitched squeals and arching of the back and spitting of the food, directly in my face, with many stares from people all around us... oh the joys. I try some 'fruity rice pudding' and after a few mouth fulls we have exactly the same outcome just with the flailing of arms and legs, the boy does not like jarred food! 

I carry him through the park on our way home so he can view the world from my arms and he seems to really enjoy this, we head home and by the time we get there he is back asleep, so I sat and had a couple of weetabix and waited for the fun to begin again...