It's been a while since I blogged here. What with writing a book, keeping another blog, writing a guest blog and running about after two children, it can sometimes be a struggle to get back here! However, here's a brief update on the current state of play:
Jeremy is walking, and he is at that stage of walking when he behaves like a wind-up toy whose legs move in a walking motion no matter what position he is in. Pick him up, and his feet paddle in the air until they come back into contact with the ground. Lie him down for a nappy change, and you get kicked in the face. He throws himself into new challenges - literally - last week he had two black eyes from accidents involving a high chair and a toy box respectively. Today he climbed down the stairs backwards (I was creeping down two stairs below with my arms out, terrified, but he made an elegant and swift descent without any need for catching).
Jeremy is also working on his communication by perfecting the classic point-and-squeak beloved of babies. Except that Jeremy has made this ancient art his own by adding a stage. It's now the point, squeak and leap. He points, he squeaks and if you don't fetch whatever it is in under three seconds he leaps out of your arms in an attempt to get it himself by flying. He can say a few 'words': 'Brrrrrm' for a car, 'duck' 'dada' and 'Aaaah-kuh!' which means Stowmarket (don't ask!)
Abi has suddenly become a preschooler. She is tall and has a pair of shiny black shoes. Her idiosyncrasies of language are just as delightful and nearly as incomprehensible as ever, but they are far more frequent and much more detailed. When I do her hair: "Can I look in the mirror, so I can see how my pretty?" When I ask her to do something: "No, I don't like to, I'm too busy." When she sees something broken, shifted or altered in any way: "Oh! What's that happened?" When she wants to show me something: "What my got?" Her favourite thing at the moment is to give me presents. She will wrap up anything in anything, hand it over saying "Look! A present to you!" and then do a little dance while I open it. The dance is an Abi trademark, and also happens whenever she is particularly happy, or knows she is about to get 'clocklick'.
Abi's memory for the spoken word or songs is phenomenal. When she pipes up in the back of the car, you never know whether you're going to get an entire episode of Mr Tumble or all seventeen verses of The Wheels On The Bus (the daddies on the bus say 'Hello, I'm Daddy', apparently.) Together we enjoy fitting new words into old structures to make endless verses of all her songs. Her current favourite is The Animal Boogie. Last week she composed her own song about a train and I had it stuck in my head for ages.
The best thing about the current state of play is that they finally play with each other. Yes, it might be for only two minutes at a time, but real interaction is happening! They are able to make each other giggle, and enjoy each others' company! I live for those moments. I hope this phase lasts for a while.
Jeremy is walking, and he is at that stage of walking when he behaves like a wind-up toy whose legs move in a walking motion no matter what position he is in. Pick him up, and his feet paddle in the air until they come back into contact with the ground. Lie him down for a nappy change, and you get kicked in the face. He throws himself into new challenges - literally - last week he had two black eyes from accidents involving a high chair and a toy box respectively. Today he climbed down the stairs backwards (I was creeping down two stairs below with my arms out, terrified, but he made an elegant and swift descent without any need for catching).
Jeremy is also working on his communication by perfecting the classic point-and-squeak beloved of babies. Except that Jeremy has made this ancient art his own by adding a stage. It's now the point, squeak and leap. He points, he squeaks and if you don't fetch whatever it is in under three seconds he leaps out of your arms in an attempt to get it himself by flying. He can say a few 'words': 'Brrrrrm' for a car, 'duck' 'dada' and 'Aaaah-kuh!' which means Stowmarket (don't ask!)
Abi has suddenly become a preschooler. She is tall and has a pair of shiny black shoes. Her idiosyncrasies of language are just as delightful and nearly as incomprehensible as ever, but they are far more frequent and much more detailed. When I do her hair: "Can I look in the mirror, so I can see how my pretty?" When I ask her to do something: "No, I don't like to, I'm too busy." When she sees something broken, shifted or altered in any way: "Oh! What's that happened?" When she wants to show me something: "What my got?" Her favourite thing at the moment is to give me presents. She will wrap up anything in anything, hand it over saying "Look! A present to you!" and then do a little dance while I open it. The dance is an Abi trademark, and also happens whenever she is particularly happy, or knows she is about to get 'clocklick'.
Abi's memory for the spoken word or songs is phenomenal. When she pipes up in the back of the car, you never know whether you're going to get an entire episode of Mr Tumble or all seventeen verses of The Wheels On The Bus (the daddies on the bus say 'Hello, I'm Daddy', apparently.) Together we enjoy fitting new words into old structures to make endless verses of all her songs. Her current favourite is The Animal Boogie. Last week she composed her own song about a train and I had it stuck in my head for ages.
The best thing about the current state of play is that they finally play with each other. Yes, it might be for only two minutes at a time, but real interaction is happening! They are able to make each other giggle, and enjoy each others' company! I live for those moments. I hope this phase lasts for a while.
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