Even though Andrew is old enough to go to preschool (he qualified for the 15 hours funding at Easter, the term after his 3rd birthday in January), he won’t start at one until September because we are still in the middle of moving and won’t be in our permanent home until the summer. I must write a post on our choice of preschool soon, I keep meaning to. But I digress. So I tend to call him a toddler still, even though I know he’s really a ‘preschooler’. Andrew himself is also keen to point this out, and insists that he’s a “toggler”. ‘D’ sounds in the middle of words aren’t his strong point, though he can do it if he tries.
He’s keen to learn, and is doing well with numbers and letters. If he’s in the right mood, he’ll ask me to speak in French or German with him (if he’s not in the mood, he covers his ears if I try to speak them with him!), so I take the opportunities when he asks, which have been quite frequent recently. The other day we were listening to a German CD of songs in the car as we often do, and suddenly he came out with: “When I’m older and I can speak German, I’m going to teach Daddy how to speak German too!” I told Daddy this, and he was happy with that being as he’s forgotten most of the GCSE German that he did.
For a couple of weeks now Andrew has been saying the word “chameleon” at weird times, seemingly randomly inserting it into sentences when it doesn’t make sense. I’ve tried to ask him what he means and prise out of him what ‘chameleon’ means to him. But I was unsuccessful. Then Granny experienced the same thing with him one day, and figured it out: they were looking at a book and there was a tall thing, a little thing, and something in the middle – it was “chameleon”, or ‘medium’. Aha!
We’ve also been talking about hot and cold recently – the sun is hot, the weather is warm, and the water in the paddling pool is cold when it first goes in or it’s “just the right pretenture” when it’s been sitting in the sun a while and has warmed up to luke warm.
A game that the boys have recently got into is pretending that the shower cubicle in the bathroom is a rocket. I can kind of see the similarity – it’s tall and cylindrical. Andrew closes the doors, narrating what he’s doing, and counts down to blast off. Then they go to wherever it is that they’re heading and enjoy their space flight. (I say ‘they’, I don’t think Joel really quite understands what he’s doing, but he thinks it’s funny nonetheless.) The other day I asked him where they were going in their rocket. His answer was this: “I’m going to ‘costamel’ and Joel is going to church, it’s 9 miles away”. I thought I hadn’t heard the ‘costamel’ bit right, so asked him again where just he was going, and he said it again. So I asked what this ‘costamel’ was, and his reply was (rather predictably) “it’s costamel Mummy”, said in a ‘why, don’t you know where that is Mummy?!’ I asked if he meant hospital? No, not hospital. Costa?! Nope not Costa either. This will remain a mystery until someone has a ‘chameleon’ Eureka moment with it at a later date.
The last funee for this week is more of a cutie. We spent the morning at the park on Monday. It was a lovely day. When we got there, it was only us there, but within 15 minutes or so, another 2 girls with their mummies turned up – they were a similar age to Andrew, who these days likes parks even more if there are other kids his age to play with. He immediately went over to them at the large tyre swing that they were climbing onto. They all had fun on that for 5 minutes, with one of the girls’ mummies pushing them while I ran around after Joel on the rest of the playground. Then Andrew proceeded to follow them around for the rest of the time we were there. He got on particularly well with one of the girls, called Bella – he found this out by asking her name and age (and other details) as he usually does to random strangers. We all had to leave at the same time in the end and we said goodbye. Later when Daddy came home and asked what we’d done, Andrew was quick to tell him: “I went to the park and met a girl called Bella, and another one but I don’t know her name.” This is particularly cute because his usual reply when Daddy, Granny or Grandad ask what we’ve done in the day is “I don’t know” in an uninterested manner. She clearly made a lasting impression on him 🙂