The Nineteenth Month: May
11th
You are 18 months now, and chattering away. You like to walk forwards down the stairs holding our hands and the banisters. You like to draw with crayons, fit keys into keyholes, dig the garden with a little spade and play with shells in the bath. You love to squat down and look close up at 'bugs'. You say ant and bee and snail, and yesterday 'butterfly' for the first time. Usually it's 'floi' which you say in a deeply reverent voice. You are a joy and delight as ever, and want me to be your playmate more and more. You love to sit on my knee and look at books. You often ask for a book first thing in the morning, sometimes 'Maisie', lift the flap books, or longer stories (great sagas!) that Papa read you: The Giant Turnip. Your language development is steaming ahead. You talk to yourself a lot: hat on, coat on, 'pop weasel' 'one, two, three, four … five six' and recount memories of earlier events: Papa bug hand, papa put a bug on your hand.
My breasts are no longer of interest to you, you can't remember what they're for, but you love to ask for a 'cuddle', to be carried, to go on Papa's shoulders and also to lift up my tops and kiss my back and put your arms around me from behind.
26th
Little baba - big boy: life moves at a quicker pace and time eludes me to record your many wonderful gems of speech and behaviour. You put your own wellies on today 'welly boots' and ran round the garden in cardi and bare bum, helping me put washing away. We played 'copy cat' – touch head, touch toes, feet, hands etc – saying the words simultaneously. You giggled wildly hiding under the 'sunny cloth' house I made from a clothes horse and sheet and danced frenetically to ska music before bath time, stamping your feet double-quick and grinning madly: so happy and excited.
We ate sandwiches in the garden, warm and sunny after weeks of wind and rain. I lay down in the daisy grass and said ‘this is lovely’ and you copied me, lying down beside me with your sandwich. Yesterday we walked in St G Park, all round the park in the long buttercup grass through the big windy trees. You in your waterproofs, wellies and little blue hat that kept blowing off. You loved the wind!
You are 18 months now, and chattering away. You like to walk forwards down the stairs holding our hands and the banisters. You like to draw with crayons, fit keys into keyholes, dig the garden with a little spade and play with shells in the bath. You love to squat down and look close up at 'bugs'. You say ant and bee and snail, and yesterday 'butterfly' for the first time. Usually it's 'floi' which you say in a deeply reverent voice. You are a joy and delight as ever, and want me to be your playmate more and more. You love to sit on my knee and look at books. You often ask for a book first thing in the morning, sometimes 'Maisie', lift the flap books, or longer stories (great sagas!) that Papa read you: The Giant Turnip. Your language development is steaming ahead. You talk to yourself a lot: hat on, coat on, 'pop weasel' 'one, two, three, four … five six' and recount memories of earlier events: Papa bug hand, papa put a bug on your hand.
My breasts are no longer of interest to you, you can't remember what they're for, but you love to ask for a 'cuddle', to be carried, to go on Papa's shoulders and also to lift up my tops and kiss my back and put your arms around me from behind.
26th
Little baba - big boy: life moves at a quicker pace and time eludes me to record your many wonderful gems of speech and behaviour. You put your own wellies on today 'welly boots' and ran round the garden in cardi and bare bum, helping me put washing away. We played 'copy cat' – touch head, touch toes, feet, hands etc – saying the words simultaneously. You giggled wildly hiding under the 'sunny cloth' house I made from a clothes horse and sheet and danced frenetically to ska music before bath time, stamping your feet double-quick and grinning madly: so happy and excited.
We ate sandwiches in the garden, warm and sunny after weeks of wind and rain. I lay down in the daisy grass and said ‘this is lovely’ and you copied me, lying down beside me with your sandwich. Yesterday we walked in St G Park, all round the park in the long buttercup grass through the big windy trees. You in your waterproofs, wellies and little blue hat that kept blowing off. You loved the wind!
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