Saturday, January 05, 2008
Please be seated...
The new year appears to have brought with it a new spud, a vibrant, funny, sleeping-through-the-night sort of a little boy who is definitively no longer a baby (something I must add which I accurately predicted in February) and who is striking out into uncharted waters with a very confident stroke.
This week it has finally been the use of language which has given his poor Mum something to post about, as he has followed up his use of the word 'nana' for 'banana' by not only employing it regularly but by adding to it the words 'ba ba' for 'bye bye', 'Daddy' for, er, 'Daddy', sod it and 'Mumum' for, I hope, me. Not that I'm in the slightest bit disheartened to come so far down the list of his words it's just that I have to admit that I may be wishing a little too hard for him to actually MEAN me as he has also apparently used 'Mumum' to call his childminder and so 'Mumum' might just mean 'Hey Woman! Come Here!'
He has also said 'Nah nah' for 'Night night' (to his Dad, needless to say), 'ah' for 'Yes' and 'Nuh' followed by a scream for, well, pretty much everything else. 'Would you like some water?' 'Nuh eeeeee!'. 'Would you like some Juice?' 'Ah'. 'Bedtime!' 'Nuh. Eeeeee!'. 'Time to go! 'Nuh EEEEeeeee!'. 'Time to change your nappy' 'Nuh EEEEeeeee!' and you get the rest. All animals are described using the word 'Aow' which is short for 'Miaow'.
This doesn't mean that he's not still being a bucketful of cute as he has learned a few new skills which he is deploying with a self-satisfied smirk at all opportunities (see example, top). Most recently he has mastered the art of pointing and so everything is pointed at, things he wants, things he doesn't want and things which are simply in the way of him experiencing the Joy of Pointing - as in, 'What is it spud? That? You'd like that apple?' 'Nuh EEEeeeee' as he jumps up and down pointing just to the right of the telephone.
His other new favourite thing is 'sitting', particularly if he can back slowly up and lower himself carefully down into a sit. As he is only 2 foot 10, the only things small enough for him to sit down on are things like the bottom step of the stairs or the cat, meaning that he is having to be inventive about sitting and sometimes, this just means bending his legs and leaning against the sofa a little - rather like our old dog who, when asked to 'sit' when in the car, would just shove his butt up against the back of the seat and continue to stand in the way of the rear-view mirror.
Sadly for all, photographs of him sitting on Sammy are not available at time of press, however let's just say that Sammy has taken to lying down on places considerably higher-up than the spud's butt-reach.
Blurted by Sparx