Poops

Having introduced our pet name for A to my blog, I reckon it's only fair to get J's pet name into print.

Poops. Or Poopy (that's to rhyme with scoops or Snoopy by the way). I call him Poops, M calls him Poopy.

You know, I can't exactly remember why we adopted this name for him. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with his full nappies being our first true hands on encounter with parenthood - oh boy, what a marvel!

I like it though - doesn't matter if you call him by his name or pet name, he spins round to answer.

Well, he does now he can hear of course.