Little traveller

Italy loves babies.

We were worried that he wouldn't want to come back. He was adored everywhere we went. He was cuddled by strangers, fed by Italian grandmothers, carressed by adorable dark eyed little girls. A group of Japanese tourists posed with him in a Florentine square, taking turns having their photo taken next to him. He was the little Prince of Italy and he enjoyed every second of it.

Now we're back home and there's just me and him and our little routine. Life is back to normal. I think Little S definitley has travelin' shoes like his mama.