Personal Stuff: If you don't know me - GO AWAY!!!!
To see a larger version, just click on any picture. Full name: Stephen Michael Hooker, nicknames: Acw, Zok. Born in Aberdare, used to live in 46 Peasant View, Godreaman, Aberdare, Mid Glamorgan where my parents still live. Also used to live in Selbourne (Selborne) Street, Chuckery, Walsall. Bachelor of Arts (BA) Degree in Visual Communications from West Midlands College of Higher Education. Ran a business from The Custard Factory Digbeth.
Then she asked, how it happened. "Did he pull a face like this?" And strains her face.
Yes, indeed it is a poo poo she declared.
And was duly impressed and pleased. She congratulated Bradley by poking him in the side and twisting, "well done, Bradley." She said in admiration. Bradley was pleased and coy about it.
Bradley deflected back to the source of the excitement, the poo poo itself.
Then, something amazing happened. Bradley, while sitting on the toilet tightened his stomach, and wiggled off the mini seat. Poo Poo!" I looked puzzled. "Wee wee," points, "poo poo!"
Sure enough, he'd done a poo poo. We both looked, confirmed it was indeed, "poo poo." Just as Esme was climbing the stairs. Excitedly I said to come see. Bradley was standing by the toilet, arm outstretched, beckoning Esme, "poo poo!"
Of course we too become involved. Bradley was the first, but he soon was bored of being a model. All the attention's on the photographer, isn't it? So he disappeared for a few minutes to fetch a train.
Then, I was tempted to join.
Esme has become a photographer. First she took a picture of her dancing shoe. Then, "oo, my bag."
|Some nice ones in the kitchen.|
|More zoo pix from the weekend before.|
|As Bradley says, "elum! Oooo!"|
I couldn't believe how old she looked in this outfit. She really, really liked this nurses costume, and the doctor's trolley.
I took a few shots then Bradley shrugged, as if to say, what do you want me to do - nevermind, I'll ignore you.
Pity we couldn't take many pictures, the room was too dark, and there's no flash on the camera. Here the two are waving to the camera. Esme started and, of course, Bradley copied Esme.
Esme's birthday started at 7:30am. They both came into our room. I was still half asleep, but Amanda rushed down stairs to get the camera so that she could capture Esme's face as she walked into the room. She'd spent ages planning this moment: presents, wrapping presents, balloons, laying out balloons and presents.
He's a cute, laid back kid. He was eating his lollipop, dawdling, as usual behind. As we walked up the steep rise near the elephants, Esme was way out in front, as usual, I turned to see a couple on the bridge smiling at him. I went back and picked him up like an armchair, carrying him in front. The man said, "my girlfriend wants to kiss your baby." I poked him to her and she did, pulled back to see Bradley's expression - confusion and warmth. "I think he thought it was OK." We laughed, Bradley kept an eye on the woman.
I asked her for a picture in front of the giraffes, but she said, "no Day by the pretend one, and because I continued to get the giraffes in frame and call her over, she almost lost it, but we both recovered well, and only a quick near tear was spilt. It was because she couldn't get the words out to explain to me properly.
Anyway, we managed to get things more clear, and took these pix, then went outside only for me to realize that there was a pretend giraffe. We had our photos took last time we were there. Must get them developed ";->"
She loves having her photo took. Soon, she'll have her own camera. Maybe for Christmas.
There was a bit of a queue to get on the elephant on the way home. Near the end of a busy day at the zoo. I was knackered by now. These two had the fun of the double pushchair. Bradley hid in there a few times. At the orang-utangs and the chips, curiously. He wasn't much into monkeys.
He sits quietly in the back. I know I should have the car seat, but it's in the other car, and it's only a short trip to the big park, that's where we've been for the past two Saturdays. "One more." Says Bradley, over and over.
He loves playing with the keys, "door, keys; door, keys."
While the bigger children (Esme nearly 4, Francis 4 and three quarters and Alex five) play out in the garden together, Bradley pays quietly, or rather quite noisily.
Esme and her cousin, Francis.
They play well together, and missed each other whilst both were on holiday.
Francis has had her face painted, though it's wearing off a bit, it was a Princess design. They both favour this over the lions. I can't see why, except it's a woman thing.
Oo'ing and ah'ing and saying something like "emffffff."
He's a good looking kid, our Bradley Handsome.