Friday, October 05, 2007

26 months

Leo is now 26 mnths old and such a lad. He is taller every time I look at him and a strong, solid boy. You couldn’t call him chubby any more – has changed shape massively over the past year as can be seen if you look back at pics of the visit to England last August.

He now speaks fluent English (!) and pretty much doesn’t stop talking when he’s awake and hanging out with the family, although can be shy and quiet around others. Around the time Angharad was born, I started making a list of words he could say. I haven’t updated it for ages and it’s now pointless doing so because he now knows too many to list and learns them far quicker than I can keep up. He can speak, basically, and comes out with several new words every day and often new concepts / sentence constructions too. He is also parroting things that we say, including his first profanity which was an immediate echo of his potty-mouthed mother. It hasn’t been repeated and I’m being much more careful about what I say….


He’s started being more interested in clothes, sometimes insisting on wearing certain things like his cycle helmet which he wore all afternoon the other day (without going anywhere near a bike) and Big Socks pulled up to his knees. It’s a good look, you’ll surely agree.


Cracking sense of humour, now makes jokes like “Oooh, tiger!” When you say “Tiger? Where?” he shrugs and then wets himself laughing at the confused look on your face. Also does funny voices, and thinks saying "belly button" in different ways is the funniest thing ever (whispering, high pitched, growling). Very good value at the mo – it’s such a fun age.


Extracts from the non-stop chattergram …

“Nice today. Nice on train Mummy.”

“In park Leo, in park Mummy, in park Hadad.”

“Throw stones in water.”

“oooh, BIG splash!”

“Banjo on table / up tree/ Bonzo asleep now”

“Banjo GET DOWN”

“Hadad done BIG poo”

“Leo’s turn!” (evidently it’s always Leo’s turn, and never anyone elses’)

“Mummy Leo fall down”

“Leo running FAST”

(on the train) “Next stop Mummy”

[oh dear, we’ve missed the train] “Next train Mummy”

“Helicopter in sky. White helicopter. Helicopter FAST”

“No poo, just fart”

“Watch Thomas on telly? One more….” (holds 1 finger up for emphasis!!)

“Leo go on naughty cushion now?”

[why are you on the cushion?] “Hit Hadad. Sorry Hadad.”

“Go on train Daddy swim?”

“Red light”

“Click clack” (when doing anything up – seatbelt, chin strap on cycle helmet etc)

"Another tram - 2 trams!"

"Leo crossing road!"


Have done a web album for this month to avoid cluttering up the blog. Seems to be a lot of food featured in it… well he is his mothers’ son in that respect :-)



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

HOOOO! This just made me weep with laughter, especially the 'no poo, just fart' line. Your son is truly a master of descriptive beauty.