Standing in my sister’s kitchen, watching Noah rifle through the basket holding his snacks. He pulls out a packet of carrot crisps, holds them up to me and says ‘yeah?’ clear as a bell. This is the first time he has asked me a queston using words — i am unable to resist the cuteness. He gets the crisps.
His pretend sneezes melt my heart every.time.
He now knows how to turn around so he gets dizzy and falls down on his bottom.
If you show him your bare tummy he will zerbert you (blows a raspberry on your skin)
He says ‘buh-bye’ and waves. He also says ‘da-da’, ‘ba-ba’ (we think this is mama) and ‘uh oh’ when something drops on the floor — this last one is the cutest.
On Saturday afternoon we walked up the road to meet the piglets — they seemed to be instinctively attracted to Noah; even the mummy pigs seemed to sense that he was a little. As we walked back through the field with the sheep, we commented on all the poo on the grass… I said poo, Abby said poo, Steve said poo… and then Noah said poo :)