26th July - Dada, burrd and NARNAR!!

As the obscure title of this entry might suggest (to those with children around the 1 year mark-ish), D is starting to use words. It's very endearing. For a while now, he's been chanting 'dada' obligingly, all smiles and increasingly toothy giggles for his old papa. Any attempts at 'mama' tend to be purely coincidental, and are generally formulated due to D mashing his lips together in the pain of teething, rather than out of love for his mum. Typical.

But now, D is branching out a bit on his vocabulary. Today, for the first time, we had 'burr', whilst pointing at a chimney in the neighbouring garden that happened to have a bird on it. (this may have been a case of suburban mama getting excited and claiming words out of thin air though...it does happen.) However, there was no mistaking the next big word. When I say big, I mean it as well. D literally bellowed it out as loudly as he could, scaring said 'burr' away and probably half the neighbourhood as well. This word happened to be his favourite food. NAR NAR! (banana for those of you a bit slow on the uptake.)

I would have found this unseemly bellow amusing and fairly cute, had it not been for the fact that D timed it at the precise hour that his poor grandmother was attempting to do a counselling session in the room nearby. So, presumably, some poor sod was emptying their heart out about all their deepest problems and issues, and was rudely interrupted by the rousing, earthy cry of NAR NAR. Probably fairly distracting, I should think. D - sensitive as ever. (did I mention the time he terrified a geriatric old dear in the supermarket by screeching as loudly as possible when behind her, making her jump, then having the audacity to snigger about it when she turned round? It's obviously becoming a bit of a habit...)

We are still sojurning at the in laws - the angels for putting up with us yet again! I entered the house at the weekend, then fled again, resolving never to return. The dust! The piles and piles of dust! I actually break out in a hot sweat every time I stop to think about it.