Now that Andrew is well and truly talking, in fact it’s hard to shut him up the little chatterbox, he has lots of little stock phrases that he pulls out at appropriate (or sometimes inappropriate) moments, and these change over time. At the moment, he’s very into “that’s delicious!” for anything that he likes to eat. Even the plainest of biscuits or simplest of meals are made out to be some sort of exquisite feast as he proclaims that it is delicious! He’s also started saying “absolutely” this week, though I’m not sure he really understands exactly what that means.
Food is a topic that never fails to bring out a few funees. I can’t think exactly why, but I was talking to Daddy about halloumi cheese the other day. We weren’t eating it but it cropped up in conversation (a rocking conversation that must have been!) Andrew was clearly listening intently to what we were saying, because a short time after I’d said the word, he kept repeating “hello-mi” until we acknowledged him. He thought this was hilarious, hellomi cheese. As the 3 boys of the house love bananas (I used to but went off them in pregnancy and never got into them again), this fruit regularly makes an appearance throughout the day for snacks or pudding. As we also like to be silly, we often sing the little tune “unzip a banana, and so say all of us”. One evening this week Andrew had a kiwi with yoghurt for pudding, and came out with the tune: “unzip a kiwi, and so say all of us!” It doesn’t have quite enough syllables to sound right, but we had a giggle at his logic.
One of Andrew’s favourite DVDs to watch is Alplablocks. Each letter of the alphabet is a block with its own character and clothes, and many of the words that they come out with begin with their letter. Of course the letter “i” is very self important – she says things like “I’m so important, I’m so incredible, I’m so interesting etc.”, all with very pompous and almost theatrical intonation. One day this week I was confronted with an Andrew at tea time who came out with: “I don’t want to do that, I want a spoon!” – said with exactly the same theatrical intonation as the i alphablock! It’s quite a hard funee to capture in print. I hope he doesn’t carry on being like this, but so far it seems to have been an isolated incident.
Although he watches DVDs, he actually doesn’t sit still for more than about one 10 minute episode of a kids’ programme before he wanders off, and often finds a book that he insists on me reading to him, no matter what I’m trying to do at the time. I don’t mmd really, I’m glad he likes reading. One of his favourite books this week (favourites only usually stay that way for less than 7 days before we move onto the next fad) is Mr Quiet from the Mr Man series (someone he doesn’t resemble in any way shape or form!). Mr Quiet lives in Loudland and is basically a social outcast, as you might expect from his name. Everyone else around him is very loud – people shout, pet mice roar, and the letters that the postman shoves through the door sound like bombs dropping. One day when I read the bit about letters sounding like bombs dropping, Andrew burst out laughing and couldn’t stop. I wondered – wot so funee? But once he’d calmed down a fraction, enough to talk in some fashion, he said: “letters are like bums dropping”. Ah, bums dropping, yes that is slightly more funny than bombs dropping! I tried to explain that I’d read bombs not bums, but he was too far gone, and remained in a giggle fit for a good 5 minutes. Toddlers…