not drowning, just waving...

I am currently waiting for something to blog about. Yes, things have happened but they involve crowing and are significantly innocuous events of the 'only a grandmother would care' variety.

Yes Mum, I know you care. What do you want to hear? He's saying 'hello Daddy' now. Has he said 'Mummy' yet? We're getting a 'maybe' on that one I'm afraid.

What else? I got a new phone with a nearly invisible 'on' button and he's worked it out. He's also worked out how to take a CD out of it's case, open the CD player and put it in and when you say "Press play Spud!" he presses 'play'. He opens the kitchen drawer, takes out the back door keys and tries them in the lock. When we let him walk down the street he correctly tries the different door handles of every car in the street like a burgeoning little car thief.

He prefers my electric toothbrush to his own baby one. When he pretends to talk on the phone, he leaves gaps in between his babble like this "He'o Daddy, diggadiggadiggabooguy! Hmm... mmm.... gabadagabadaduguyduguy AH.... mmm... mmm" as if someone is on the other end. He is scaring us.

I have been busy and I am going to read blogs instead of writing them tonight.