You’ve been roaring like a lion for weeks. It stems from your two favourite books of the moment:

Dear Zoo, by Rod Campbell and

That’s not my lion.

You love reading books, and these two are firm favourites.  I can start reading them out loud across the room from you and you’ll crawl over to me, sit down and watch and touch and join in.  No matter how much fun you were having doing whatever it was before I started reading.

Roaring Like a Lion

Both books feature lions and touchy-feely pages with big thick board that you can’t rip or destroy (yet – though I’m sure you’ll manage it somehow soon).  So your Lion growling has become a party trick that you perform in the house.  Not only when reading the books, but anytime you want to impress a visitor…

…and quacking like a duck

Also a new favourite word is ‘quack, quack’.  We do the “Old MacDonald” song, and just general animal noises, and with your rubber ducks you try to say ‘quack, quack’.  It comes out more like ‘ack, ack’, but we know you’re trying.

Trying so hard to communicate.  You’re really just imitating everything,  we’ve even got a few repeated “wow”s out of you when we’ve exclaimed at something you’ve got or done.

So cute.

We’re listening hard, buddy. Keep it up.

love mum

ps. we still try to baby-sign to you a little.  Now you’ve learned to wave I’ve been reinspired that you will pick up the signs.  Can’t wait until the first one apart from pointing and waving….

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Hope you’re well?  I’ve been attempting to eat more healthily after Saturday’s chocolate binge – well, actually your dad is trying to encourage me, which is good.  So I have just had an absolutely delicious lunch of home-made falafels and avocado salsa on lebanese bread with yoghurt.  Yum.

Bad news on the home front – your great grandfather passed away over the weekend.  That’s a bit sad – ’cause you’ll never get to meet him.  Though I’m sure that your dad will tell you some stories if you ask him.  He is a bit sad at the moment and gave you a big long hug this morning.

Otherwise all is, I hope, well with you.  I am feeling slightly less tired, but that could be because I’ve just been going to bed at 9pm wherever possible and sleeping-in as late as I can too.  Overall had a rather restful weekend, so I think that helps too.   Your dad and I got some more books about stuff related to pregancy and what not on the weekend, and some kind of video too – hopefully you dad can watch this on repeat until he feels more comfortable with blood & gore.  He’s not good with that kind of thing at all.   your arrival is starting to feel a little bit less unreal as the days go by.

Love you
mum

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