Jamie is developing an expressive repertoire. I can now tell the difference between
hungry (waaah! come get me out of this basinette and feed me woman!)
bored (moan.. moan... I'm really bored looking at this same patch of ceiling Mum...)
uncomfortable (moan.. fidget.. you really should have changed this nappy half an hour ago)
discomfort (a louder version of uncomfortable - this wind is sitting right behind my breastbone, Mum!)
tired (well, pretty much the same as bored... just the timing's different)
happy (smile... giggle... - have I mentioned that he has the cutest little baby giggle?)
But yesterday I heard fear for the first time. Our walk around the neighbourhood takes us along a busy trainline. Yesterday, a train rattled past as we were walking alongside, and tooted its horn (is that what it's called on a train?). Well, it made me jump. It was so loud! And as it continued trundling past and I could hear other things again, I could hear this wail from inside the pusher. Poor little boy. Obviously it wasn't just me that jumped. He got a fright! I had to pick him up and console him. Poor little rabbit.
Here's another photo to leave you with.
Gotta love that big drop of drool on the end of his chin :P