This may be the second time that you have heard from me today. There was some other rubbish posted today about dancing on the telly. So I apologise to any subscribers and can assure you that it is very unlikely to ever happen again. In fact I could say that, in anything other than an emergency, I am philosophically* opposed to double-posting.
Mr B and B in important talks on the floor
I just had to write about Bibsey (now 19 months and a genius obv) and the absolute torrent of words that have been pouring forth today. I have to document it because it is one of the reasons why I write this blog: to mark the milestones of my child’s life. That, and the fact that the big old ego in me needs feeding and I must publish darling.
I posted the other day that we heard our first three word sentence. “It’s a ball!” as she thrust a yellow squashy ball in to my face first thing in the morning before I was even out of bed. Today we have been treated to so much more.
“Where’s that dog?” when a dog was barking on the road.
“That’s my bottle” proudly to my friend as we were speaking on skype.
“Gigi all gone” about the daughter of a friend who was, well, not here – probably at home at her own house with her own mummy.
It is like the penny has dropped and the words that she has known forever are just falling out today. Mr B and I had a conversation today with our daughter about hands. You know the kind of thing: “wave”, “clap”, “high five”. Bibsey and her Dad were looking at the pictures on my wall calendar and she was working through them like: “bird – next! flower – next! apple – next! Yup, I know all them”. And tonight she told me that she was cold when I got her out of the bath.
I am writing about all this because I feel so ridiculously proud. I am bursting. Just when you think that your child can’t get anymore effing brilliant they go and do something like start walking or talking and you are blown away. And all of you who have already been there and done it will be nodding your heads sagely thinking “just you wait”. It gets better.
Too much cheese? Don’t worry, I am done now. And should you need an antidote to all this cheese you could maybe watch the news. Not much cheese to be found there sadly.
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*not really.
