Two weekends ago Amélie and I went to Brighton to visit my sister Sarah and my parents who were visiting. It's funny how once you have a kid, people are excited to see you because you act as a means of getting their neice/grandchild to them. I barely got eye contact from anyone until they had all kissed Amélie (actually, I'm pretty sure my Dad has said "hello" while Sarah and my Mum both attempted to snag Amélie from my clutches).
The weekend gave me an idea that I might send along to Zellers - have a "Bring your neice/grandaughter to Zellers Day". I can guarantee you that they would make a killing. The four of us walked throught the aisles and between my Mum and sister, Amélie was offered a number of presents - it didn't seem to matter what section we were in. She made out with a few new teethers from Gran and with "Wooly McWoolersons" from Aunty Sarah. Aunty Sarah insited that she had to buy it for her because "she's already chewed on it - we can't put it back". Amélie is quite fond of Wooly - she fell asleep nose to nose with him on the drive back to our house.
