At the beach, the little dude trying to make seagull noises, approaching them cautiously, then waving “buh byyyye” when they fly away.
On my lap on a swing, saying “bup, bup, dowwwn”.
Walking along, he holds my index finger in his whole hand and I wrap the rest of my hand round his, looping my thumb round his wrist.
He loves his Miffy book but before we read it we have to find his Miffy doll.
When I arrive to pick him up from creche he will stand up and point at me and say “Mum! Mum! Mum!” and come over as fast as he can, then he will stop and lay one hand on my arm as I kneel down to greet him, and he will hold up whatever toy he’s been playing with and present it to me and solemnly say “dis.” This is a gift for you mum. I was playing with it but you’re here now and it is for you!
When he gets naked for the bath he loves to play Belly Drums.
In the bath, he tries to cup the water with his hands and is fascinated by the way he can’t hold it.
His word for “food” is “yum”.
He loves to play a game called “Kanikani, kāti!” I say “kanikani, kanikani, kanikani” and he dances by stomping his feet and moving around the room then I say “kāti!” and he stops and bursts into hysterical laughter.
He says “YAY” whenever he’s proud of himself.
When he knocks over a tower of blocks he say “Ahhhhhno”
When he’s finished his food he says “AHHHDON” and then when I try and wipe his hands he seizes the cloth to wipe his high-chair table clean.
Sometimes he comes up behind me and says “bidge, bidge”, which is my cue to open my legs so he can go under the bridge.
At night, we read stories and put him in his sleeping bag in the lounge and then one of us carries him through to bed. On the way to the bedroom he cuddles in and rests his head on my shoulder and then kisses my neck.