Impulses
He's got, more or less, enough clothes for the upcoming weeks. He has several coats and hats and jumpers. He has jeans and overalls and winter trousers. He even has shoes to match.

He could do with a couple more toys, since he can't stop admiring everything, and touching, exploring, trying to sponge in all the information in this new world. Sounds. Rattles. Images. Books.

He giggles when shown an image of a smiling person. He talks to the two baby story books he has. He eats his socks. He licks one of his feet. He looks at us and breaks into a huge smile. He tries to grab a glass of orange juice, a key ring, a doll.

There are a few objects he could use and we don't have. That doesn't mean he/we needs them. But we'll be in the biggest shopping center in the world as of next Saturday. The States. Baby boutiques with unexpected gear and cuter than cute clothes. Fun toys. Bright coloured books.

I wonder how many buying impulses i'll have to fight off before i start shopping for an extra suitcase.