Scenes from a porch
In reference to my current miasma of self-imposed low-carb misery:
Me: I’m down to 75kg already.
Abi: Cool.
Me: I was at 77kg on Monday. That’s 2kg in four days.
Abi: Wow. The will to live must be really heavy.
To which I can only add: harumph. When I come off this diet in just over a week, there shall be pancakes…paaaaancaaaaakes.
Linguistic milestones
Just over the last couple of days, Fiona has started babbling: “bwa-bwa-bwa-bwa” and “ma-ma-ma-ma”. They’re still not words yet, but she has discovered that she can make these different sounds with her mouth, and she is experimenting with the effect they have on us. The effect is generally that we go over and pay attention to her. The other effect is that we’ve reverted to saying “bwa-bwa-bwa” a lot ourselves, so the (little known) Law of Conservation of Linguistic Ability remains inviolate.
Also, as I was strapping Alex into his car seat at the supermarket on Sunday, he sang the alphabet song (“A-B-C-D-E-F-G…” etc.) all the way through–perfectly. He doesn’t recognize all the letters by shape yet, but he can almost find all of “A-L-E-X” on a computer keyboard. He’ll type before he can write.
Another amusing (predictable, but amusing) thing is that he pronounces the letter “J” the Edinburgh local way. Which is not “Jay”, but rather “Jiy”: sounds like “eye”, but with a “J” at the start. He’s already speaking with a local Gilmerton accent.
Minor strangulation incident; nothing too serious
Abi came home this evening with the kids in tow, and explained that there had been an “incident” at nursery today. Alex had been playing on the slide in the nursery’s back garden, and somehow got tangled up with a skipping rope….
Anyway, the doctor said he’ll be fine, and I’m sure the ligature marks around his neck will fade eventually.
(Extra note: and all this less than a week after the Haltwhistle Exploding Nose incident. Alex isn’t havening a very good month so far.)
Note to self
If Alex is has spent more than two minutes on his own in the bathroom, go and check on him.
(Potty training complete. Post-potty clean-up training…still a way to go.)