Don't shoot the massager

Today we went to the first of two baby massage classes. The classes are for babies 3 weeks to crawling. This was Millie 20 minutes before we headed out to the class...



... so once M's new talents came to light in the classroom I wondered if we might be expelled. Instead of expulsion the teacher settled for relegating us to work on the floor. We rebounded quickly and got cracking with such new moves as effleurage and a spot of indian milking. However, M seemed more interested in chewing the strap on the mat than luxuriating in her Mum's new found massage skills.