Today, my little girl Jessie said the word "mosquito."
She used to say "segito." (It was so cute!)
When will "bisketti" turn into "spaghetti," when will "dame-coze" fill out into "daytime clothes" and when will "macky" make way for "nappy?"
Oh, the growing up is killing me.
On a completely different note, the big boy Buzz has been lovely recently, just lovely. He usually eats a big helping of whatever dinner I serve up, and says "You're just like a chef" two or three times. What's with that? That's so nice. I won't tell him that he's overstating the case a little.
And the other day when my wet drippy hair was hanging down, wetting my shirt, he said, "That's lovely hair, mum!" He says the same when it's in hot rollers, and can't quite understand why I take the rollers out instead of showing off my nice do.
And on a note that is completely different to that, Jessie and her baby brother Woody were in the bath tonight, sharing an ice block. Once dinner is finished, things are usually a bit messy and it's hard to imagine adding dessert mess to the mix, so eating ice blocks in the bath seems perfectly logical to me.
Poor little baby boy. He enjoyed being offered bites of the ice block, but he did not enjoy having it planted on his back as an experiment to see what babies do when ice is placed on their bare backs.
And by the sudden paroxysm of kicking and weird facial expressions, one can only assume he didn't like the sensation of having a stray chunk of ice block dropping under the water and lodging under his boy bits.
Out of our comfort zone
21 hours ago