If Emmett was a southpark character..

He's look a lot like this chap. 

NEVER trust your eyes again

I just have to share my shock and amazement at the sheer power of Photoshop.. Emmett had eye gick all over both eyes and a dirty great snotty nose in this photo, and I was thinking "Aww, pity, he looks so nice otherwise...".. So five minutes and a bit of photoshopping later, and this is the end result. A pristine baby without a trace of a cold. Tadaaaah, magic!! 

In his high chair..

This is how Emmett sits in his high chair - with his tw0 feet up resting on the table. We lose that flexibility, somehow, with age!! I should try this pose in the office, see if I can't get some funny looks thrown in my general direction.  

I like pork

Emmett and his new friend, Peppa Pig. Apparantly her snout is delicious. You can't see it in this picture (because I wouldn't post it if you could), but poor old Emmett seems to have some variety of conjuntivitisish thing in his eyes and a dirty cough/nose all the time. He looks ... grotesque.. Like I never washed him in his life. Still gorgeous, but the sort of face only a mother could love. Seems to be improving now, though, thankfully. He hates when I go near his nose to clean it, though, and its really dried in there. Ok, enough snot talk. 

Brusha brusha brusha

It is never too early in life for proper oral hygiene. Except possibly before you have teeth. Not a problem with Emmett, he has 6 razor sharp fangs for biting me. Yesterday, he was climbing along a coffee table, and before I could stop him, he'd stuck the butt from a dirty old cigarette into his mouth from out of the ash tray. Eww!! He nearly bit the hand off me when I was pulling all the bits out again, he was incredibly put out that I'd stolen his lunch like that. Anyway, I put the ash tray away and let him down again and he went for the table, and when he got as far as where the ash tray HAD been, he started crying out of disappointment that it wasn't there anymore. If he ends up a smoker, I'll string Stephen up alive.  

My little farmer

Just check out what a big boy he is - the length of him! He's kind of living out my fantasy there, I love dungarees, I always wanted a pair of my own. I swore I'd get them when I was pregnant, but I never did. This is nearly as good, he's gorgeous in them. He really wants to walk, lately he's been clapping and briefly letting go of whatever piece of furniture he's clinging to. He's going to give me a heart attack if he doesn't stop soon!