A quick aside here: when Noah was too big for a buggy / pushchair, I was like, "What? I have to carry my own stuff now?! Heck no." and I bought a wheeled shopping trolley. Laugh all you want, call me an old lady, I don't care - are you going to carry my stuff? Didn't think so! It's really handy for shopping in town or, like on Monday, carrying things like water bottles, sunscreen and towels when we head down to the pool.
Getting to the point: When it was time to head back home Noah said he didn't want to walk. I wasn't going to carry him (the kid is skinny but he's still heavy!) so I picked him up and plonked him into my shopping trolley. He loved it and sat in it the whole way home! For some reason seeing him in it CRACKED. ME. UP. I was laughing the whole way home.
When we got home we hung out and Jo and I were chatting for ages before we wondered what all the giggling coming from Noah's room was all about. We went to investigate and this is what we found:
