|tubby time is a favourite time for the word 'duck'|
And so recent news from the mamatastic world is words. We realise now how much Thom uses 'oh dude' and exclamation for exciting events. Could be worse, and I suppose we have taken it as a warning to initiate language clean up procedures.
Some days he seems to pick up and throw back every one syllable word he hears. Shoe, duck, this, rock, bear. He also seems to store some away, like a secretive sponge, to use later.
And then there are all the actions he copies. When I'm in the kitchen, he likes to get into the cupboards with the pots and pans. He pretends to stir and taste, just like a proper chef.
|copying mama's antics at CrossFit|
The other day, he seemed really hungry. He had double lunch portions at nursery and later ate all his dinner and some of mine. After story time, I asked him if he wanted a biscuit. He peeked up and said, 'Cake!' (We had been given some lovely cake the week before and he set about the house in a knee-shuffle, cake in hand, chanting 'cake, cake, cake, cake', leaving a trail of crumbs behind).
I said, 'How about biscuit?'
'Bis-cake!' he said, beaming with anticipation. And then, something happened that I am going to claim as a first sentence.
'Peas, bis-cake!' he pleaded, making the baby-sign for 'please'. How could I resist? He was given a whole shortbread, when normally I would give half, just because it was good moment. By the time we reached cupboard where the biscuits are kept, he was using two hands to ask for the biscuit.
Dad was also excited to hear about the bis-cake. The next day I was in London seeing clients all day, leaving Dad to see just what a big talker his little man had become. I noticed that all but one bis-cake was gone when I returned.