more dispatches from the land of toddler social skills
Current toddler word is, I'm sorry to say, 'piss'. He means peas, which are one of his favourite things to eat when they're frozen, but once they're cooked he's not interested. I don't know why this is.
Other Cub-isms: 'quack quack' is what all birds say. I have to say seagulls do sound quite a lot like they're saying quack. He's now got 'bus' and 'lorry' sorted out, but 'van' is now 'mum', somewhat to my confusion. He can also distinguish the sound of a train going by from the sound of an airplane taking off at the airport and shouts the correct one when he hears them from inside the house. Other words he knows are 'rain', 'wet', 'water' and 'puddle' - guess what kind of weather we've been having?
Even more adorably, he is starting to play with dolls and stuffed animals. We have Baby and Dogga who both go everywhere with him and Baby had his mouth stuffed with 'nammie' (jam) at breakfast today, and a different Baby who he wouldn't let go of at bedtime last night and which I had to extract from under the sheets after he was asleep (it was a small Lego person so I didn't really want to leave it with him all night). So this is what these toys are for! I know I used to play with dolls and stuffed animals, but Philomythulus mostly used them for putting into a bag and then tipping out again, and I was starting to have doubts as to whether children really did still play with them. But Cub chatters to his and puts them in the toy pram and pushes them around and sits them with him at meals and had a tantrum when I wouldn't let him take Dogga into the bath last night. Stuffed animals don't bathe well. Even more incredibly, he's doing all this pretty spontaneously, because I'd practically forgotten we even had these toys and haven't particularly shown him what to do with them. He just knows.
But the thing that gets me most of all is the insistence on communicating. He WILL NOT STOP until you acknowledge what he said, even if you're trying to do sixteen other things at the time, and he will just keep on telling me about everything he sees and does all day long. It's incredible. Where did he get this fearsome determination to communicate and can I steal a bit and give it to his big brother?
Crossposted at http://philomytha.dreamwidth.org/129381.html. There are
comments there.
Other Cub-isms: 'quack quack' is what all birds say. I have to say seagulls do sound quite a lot like they're saying quack. He's now got 'bus' and 'lorry' sorted out, but 'van' is now 'mum', somewhat to my confusion. He can also distinguish the sound of a train going by from the sound of an airplane taking off at the airport and shouts the correct one when he hears them from inside the house. Other words he knows are 'rain', 'wet', 'water' and 'puddle' - guess what kind of weather we've been having?
Even more adorably, he is starting to play with dolls and stuffed animals. We have Baby and Dogga who both go everywhere with him and Baby had his mouth stuffed with 'nammie' (jam) at breakfast today, and a different Baby who he wouldn't let go of at bedtime last night and which I had to extract from under the sheets after he was asleep (it was a small Lego person so I didn't really want to leave it with him all night). So this is what these toys are for! I know I used to play with dolls and stuffed animals, but Philomythulus mostly used them for putting into a bag and then tipping out again, and I was starting to have doubts as to whether children really did still play with them. But Cub chatters to his and puts them in the toy pram and pushes them around and sits them with him at meals and had a tantrum when I wouldn't let him take Dogga into the bath last night. Stuffed animals don't bathe well. Even more incredibly, he's doing all this pretty spontaneously, because I'd practically forgotten we even had these toys and haven't particularly shown him what to do with them. He just knows.
But the thing that gets me most of all is the insistence on communicating. He WILL NOT STOP until you acknowledge what he said, even if you're trying to do sixteen other things at the time, and he will just keep on telling me about everything he sees and does all day long. It's incredible. Where did he get this fearsome determination to communicate and can I steal a bit and give it to his big brother?
Crossposted at http://philomytha.dreamwidth.org/129381.html. There are
comments there.