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Camels in Devon fields – wot so funee?

Things have been quiet on the blog for over a week because we’ve been away on a lovely family holiday. As much as I love blogging, I enjoy a rest from all the fun (and not so fun) things I do at home and it gives me time to reflect and think rather than write all the time. In the blogging silence, however, there has been no shortage of sounds coming from the mouths of babes, and in particular from Andrew in his toddler speech heyday.

One thing that I’ve noticed him pick up is “I said…” in the context of giving an order or, more specifically, repeating an order. This came out quite a lot on the way down to Devon. Whenever I took one of my hands off the steering wheel, for example to change gear, he noticed and ordered: “No Mummy, hold on to there, I said hold on to there!” (by ‘there’ he meant the steering wheel). At one point he even insisted that I put my hands higher up the wheel; he presumably couldn’t see them from his angle. It’s lovely that he’s so concerned for road safety, but it’s also highly annoying when I’d like to change the position of my hands on the wheel after they’ve been stuck driving in a straight line on the motorway for the past half an hour! Incidentally, he also tells me to “hold on to there” when I’m pushing his buggy with one hand instead of two, and continues reminding me until I keep two hands on the handle bar.

Another little stock phrase that he’s been slipping in is “if I like to”. He’ll usually tag it onto a request that he’s putting in to do something, for example “I can play with toys, if I like to”, which I would translate as “please can I play with some toys?” Other cases this week have included food requests, such as having a cake “if I like to”.

A couple of questions that he’s very keen on asking at the moment are “Where going to?” (translated as “where are we going?”) and “Where’s [insert noun] gone?” He started these a while before holiday, but they came out in force over the week, as he was interested to know our plans for the morning and afternoon each day and was concerned that he didn’t miss out on a thing. On the way home from an exciting adventure one day he chirped: “where’s my house gone?” We weren’t sure if he really meant our house back in Cambridge or Grandma and Pop’s house where we were staying for the holiday. So we explained that we would be going back to their house again now, and then back to ours another day. I’m not sure if he got it, but it didn’t seem to bother him again.

Andrew has been doing fairly well at potty training, but we decided that a week away with extra pairs of hands to do other stuff for us would be a great opportunity to give him full attention and crack it. And it did go very well I have to say. One morning he had done something in his potty and got up from it to tell us. Tom and I were sitting in the room at the time, and Grandma came in the front door just at that moment – she’d been out shopping. To greet her, Andrew came out with a very proud: “Andrew done poo in potty, it came out of my bottom and went doink!” What delightful news to be greeted with on your return from the shops! Looking back I don’t think I ever blogged the other classic potty quote from a while back, so I’ll throw it in here as the topic has come up: “Look Daddy, it’s like a sausage!”, as Andrew proudly showed off his potty offering to Tom one morning.

Moving on…. Andrew has had a good dose of nature this past week as we’ve spent a lot of time outdoors. (I have A LOT of material to blog about for the Country Kids linky over the next month or so.)  On our second trip to the beach, he spotted something in the sand that he’d heard about on our first trip to the beach: “Look, there’s a shelf!” No, nothing from B&Q had washed up on the beach, it was just a shell. I can see how easy it is to confuse the two words though, because the ‘f’ sound of shelf isn’t very prominent at the end of a word, and he’s probably heard us say shelf more often than shell.

Alpaca

On the way back from that beach, when Andrew was supposed to be dropping off for a nap but was slightly hyper rather than sleepy, he suddenly exclaimed: “Look, I can see camels over there!” To which we replied something along the lines of “really?!” Then I realised that he was pointing to the field of sheep in front of us, so I said something like “they’re sheep Andrew”. But he was insistent that they were camels. At first I thought he was going slightly loopy, but thinking about it later I realised where the confusion may have arisen. When we visited Coombe Mill earlier in the week, we saw some alpacas which had been shawn fairly recently, so their fluffiness looked similar to how Andrew has seen sheep who’ve recently been shawn, and of douse an alpaca also looks like a camel. I think that was his logic at least!

Finally, there came a classic line when we arrived back at Granny and Grandad’s house (our handy stop over place) on our way back from Devon. On the morning that we’d left for holiday, Andrew had been watching one of Grandad’s favourite DVDs – Thunderbirds. A week later, when we were back there and suggested that he could watch a DVD whilst I cut his hair, he asked if he could watch the same DVD of puppeteering excellence: “Wonderbirds!” Not a bad name for it I reckon – I do wonder if Andrew and his generation will wonder what on Earth it is!

Wot So Funee?

2 Responses to “Camels in Devon fields – wot so funee?”

  1. Ah, he’s going to be a little bossy boots with you! 😉 Very jealous that you went to Coombe Mill!

    • Ruth says:

      Yes, can’t think where he gets the bossyness from…! Coombe Mill was fab, posted about it for country kids now

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