I was going to fill you in on what happened to me last year: mainly turning one and Christmas, but then I thought why bother? I mean Christmas is sooo last year and when I was only just one I couldn’t even walk and now, well! I walked all the way from Tower Bridge to London Bridge in my new shoes last week (did I mention my new shoes? blue they are, with a little pink flower on. I keep them on all day long. I’d sleep in them if I could) and not only that, but now I like to hold Mummy’s index finger while I walk up and down the stairs grown up style, big steps, none of your descending backwards on hands and knees like I did when I was just one. I can understand everything that’s said and I say a few words, although I limit myself to those words that are entirely necessary: Mummy, Tabby (Toby), Daddy (of course – my first word), Rega, duck, cat, cow, dog, pig (and their appropriate noises), chocolate, Peppa (as in Pig). Mummy, is of course mortified about the last two, but what can she expect when she plonks me in front of the tv for hours on end with a tub of choclate brownies?
I have been working on increasing my lung capacity, or in lay terms being as noisy as possible. For example one of my favourite songs, “row row row your boat,” features a legitimate moment to scream as loudly as possible (in response to if you see a crocodile don’t forget to.. Just in case you don’t know the song). Why hold back? Indeed I relish that moment so much that when Toby came back from nursery with some alternative lyrics, I felt I had to alter them slightly. So: row row row you boat gently down the river. if you see a polar bear, don’t forget to scream. And row row row your boat gently in the bath. If you see a spider there don’t forget to scream. while you may point out that it doesn’t rhyme, I think it is a more fitting response – come on, if you were rowing down a river in a little boat and you saw a polar bear swimming towards you, you would wouldn’t you?