If you're happy and you know it
With all the recent excitement (if excitement is the right word) we sort of missed out on the real goings-on this weekend, and that was the next step in learning to copy what mum & dad do.
We've been having raspberry blowing contests for ages, sometimes getting more giggles from MOTS than from Junior. And the start of the "You've got what I want because I want what you've got" type of signs have been there and increasing in frequency. The odd wave goodbye too over the last few weeks.
But now it's all coming together. Waving goodbye is almost always. I say almost always because at nursery there's far more interesting stuff going on other than saying goodbye to us, so he just gets stuck in and forgets us, the wee shite. The welcomes are getting more and more enthusiastic, with me tending to get more of a hello than MOTS. But then as a weekend dad that's no great surprise.
And we're onto the clapping. This came on this weekend, with Grandma and Grandad being there to see the early stages of it and Granny & Grandpops being there to witness the perfecting of the act. No more clapping by slapping one hand on a leg, oh no, we're on the real deal now. This is just the latest in the increasing line-up of things he tries once, betters the second time, and has mastered by attempt 3.
He wasn't clapping at lunchtime yesterday, however. With his sore tooth we decided to give nursery all bottles rather than some solids for him, to save them being really careful. And the report we got this morning is that at lunchtime when the others were getting their bowls and he was getting a bottle he wasn't too chuffed, apparently he wanted his solids. Bless....
