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On 22/06/2007, at 11:39 AM, aibee* wrote:

Hi Tina It's been ages since we've caught up so here's the latest news:

Daniel is eighteen months old now and has been walking since February. We were at my brother's house and he just stood up and walked across the yard - and that as that. No more crawling.

He's talking a lot too, and has a whole range of sounds that I recognise as words.
"mi" for milk
"mama" for shower (I don't quite get that one either)
"hungy" is hungry
"ow sigh" outside
"bee" is bin
"sid dow" sitdown
"dee" is drink
"wow wee" is wow wee. That one's so cute!
"happy"
he asks for a "cud deh" when he wants a cuddle, and of course, there's "ub" when he wants to be picked up.
"cah" car, "ba" bus, and when a train comes he gets so excited he about has a fit before calling it a "cah" which, yeah....

He understand SO much though, and is constantly amazing me. Things he doesn't understand include the phrases "come here", "don't put your cereal up your nose", and "quit putting my toothbrush in the toilet", but for the most part, you tell him something and he'll go ahead and do it. I'm having trouble using this technique to get the vacuuming done, but with perseverance, I'm sure that one day I'll have my own personal valet. Ahem.

Yes. To continue.

He also put his own nappies in the bin. Now, before you go "eww!", they get wrapped up in a little bag first, so he takes the bag by the handle and trots off to the front door saying" ow sigh, bee!", then we go ow sigh and he hands me the bag while he wanders off and sticks his nose in the lavender bush. Boy loves him some lavender, and he's pretty keen on the rosemary too. He often walks up to the car too, then bangs the door and reaches for the handle before demanding "cah! cah!" because he loves sitting in his car seat and going for a drive.


He stamps his feet when he's happy, and he squeals when he's happy too. Loudly.

I often show him the photos I took of you both when you came here for Daniel's birthday. I point to you and tell him your name and explain who you are to him, and this morning when he saw your photo, he said "tee-ya". Not bad, eh? :) And he calls himself "da-do", sometimes while pointing a chubby little finger into his chest.

As I type this, he's sitting in his high chair next to me pouring his water into his porridge and is making the biggest mess. And squealing. He squeals at such a high pitch that my eardrums hurt. I like it though, because it shows what a happy little boy he is.

Among the several million things he likes to do, including but not limited to stashing plastic crap in the printer, pulling out the contents of my purse, showering, "sidding" down on his personal sofa, reading, pouring his totally watered down porridge onto the floor (eek!), shoving stuff under the fridge, pushing every. Single. Button he can find, he likes to 'talk' on the phone. Unfortunately for my budget, he's sent like, a billion video message around the world.

Here's a few pictures of his gorgeous self.

I hope you're well, and remember, you're always welcome here. :)

love,
aibee* (and Daniel xx)














*not my real name (you all: [shockface] REALLY? [/shockface])