I apologise in advance for finding these hilarious and thinking they are worth sharing. Please humour the doting mother.
Jude is starting to talk, and creating a happy mixture of French and English at the moment. We may or may not encourage him.
For example, he says "bEEEEze" [please, for those among you who don't speak toddler] in a very commanding voice when he wants us to read a book or give him more raspberries (How many raspberries are enough raspberries I hear you ask? All the raspberries.) but he says "MAT-ze" [merci] to express his thankfulness.
Banane is betting he will systematically pick the shorter of the two options he has and create his own Frenglish-for-lazies.
He is turning into a right little Englishman nonetheless, as he gets ridiculously excited when Daddy makes "TEA!" and expresses his frustration with a very restrained "oh! dear!"
|TEA! Guys! TEA! Over here!|
The Frenchness pierces through, though, as he has developed a special brand of complain-y "oh naaaaaaan" to mock his mother.
I couldn't catch it on camera, so here is the closest approximation.
He charges around the house at top speed, doing nothing much other than, you know, charging around.
|Such photos only come in blurry setting. Sorry.|
He thinks it's the best game ever and you can hear his uproarious laughter zooming away then back.
He also thinks going "au dodo" is the best thing ever.
Parenting is a tough thing to do, especially under the sharp observing eye of our offspring.
Why Jude has started telling himself "non Jude! [mumble, mumble, mumble]" I couldn't possibly imagine.
He also knows exactly what he is not supposed to do, and will generally come to check on me shaking his head or saying "no! no! no!" if I am not prompt enough to correct him.
|No, no, no.|
I can't decide whether this is a parenting fail or a win.
He HATES having his face wiped (which is a problem, since he has also decided that he would rather starve than have us help him, and he is not exactly skillful with his spoon yet). So he does a dramatic "TA -TAAAA -TAAAAAAAA" every time the wipes come out.
|I certainly do NOT need to be cleaned up, mother.|
And still wriggles his way through it.
We may have started referring to the wipes as "the Tatata".
Or not. Surely we would have a sense of how ridiculous we sound.
Jude is also very interested in his soon-arriving sibling and will point at my bump saying "bébé" every time he gets a chance.
Although he sometimes misses, and locates the baby in my thigh, bottom, the top-button of my jeans, his own bellybutton or Simon's arm.
I don't know if this is a sign of too much Greek mythology, or not enough anatomy lessons.
Thank you for indulging me. Now off to Kelly for takers with substance.