Friday, June 27, 2003

16 months old

This has been a really good week. Marcus has been healthy and happy and picking new things up all the time. We took him to Salamanca Marcket on Saturday, and he walked all around with us taking turns hanging onto the hood of his jacket. That afternoon we went for a walk without the pram, up to Wellesley Park playground behind our house. We are lucky to have two good playgrounds about 3 minutes walk from the door. We usually go to Cascade Gardens, but now he is so mobile, Wellesley is better because it is surrounded by a huge grassy field and he can plod about from swings to slides as he pleases.
He's been dancing this week, sometimes just when the spirit moves him, but I read something to him about dancing last night and he started jiggling about on my knee, so he understands the word. We've had a devil of a time keeping him away from the rubbish bin, but now he knows that's where fruit peel and things like that go, and he drops them in and closes the door. He's now saying "Giz" and "Hatty" (the cats), "block", "bath", and having a good go at imitating any sound we say to him.
We know now that Marcus has a sibling on the way. Sibling Singleton! Which means its probably time to take down the ultrasounds and so on of Marcus to make way for the new ones. Click here to send us name suggestions that we make no promises to pay any attention to at all.

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

15 and a half months old

Hoo-eee, its been nearly 4 months since my last confession. Life is busy here at work. As this is where I do the website now, (having folded up my home office) the poor site hasnt been getting a look in. Of course its great to be busy, and have a regular dependable income.
Now I have a chance to catch up a wee bit. Marcus, who is the chief subject of this er, weblog, is now terrifically independent and mobile. He strolls around like Walkie Walkerson. His balance is very good and he hasnt yet run headlong into anything sharp, which is a mercy.
Here is his current (intelligible) vocabulary, in reverse chronological order of when he picked the word up. Boots. Sock (actually Ock). The Door (its always The Door). Quaaaaaaaaaaagh(a very realistic duck sound whenever ducks are mentioned/visible). Thank you. Book. Ball. Bye bye. Bee. Mummy. Daddy.
He understands the most surprising things. We can ask him to bring us his boots, to shut the door, or to put his empty bottles in the sink. In most cases he's started doing this off his own bat.
He's eating with us most of the time, which has been a shock to the system for Elf ands I as we find ourselves sitting at the table eating a meal off a plate, like humans.
This breathlessy and brusquely brief update will be added to soon I hope. We have lots of great photos from Easter at Turners Beach, now receding into the past as well, but we'll get them up here soon. Cheerio.