rmc28: (silly)
Nico has a new consistent and very clear word: Poo. 

Charles finds this very funny.  Ok, so do I.

Also Charles has begun asking daily when we are going to have another baby.   He doesn't like the answer "Never".  This is the stereotype one expects from one's mother-in-law, not one's beloved firstborn.
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I bashed the little toe on my right foot this morning by walking into my own bedroom furniture (I have form for this).  From its state this evening I suspect I broke it.  NHS Choices assures me that there is little to be done but strap it up and wait for it to get better.  I am supposed to be running another half-marathon in 2.5 weeks, and doing a long training run this weekend.  Humph.

To cheer myself up, three good things:
  1. ALL THE BLOSSOM.  There are multiple trees in blossom outside the window of my office.  SO LOVELY.
  2. I actually used "On your left!" appropriately while cycling past a pedestrian on one of the shared-use paths on my commute.  Then I felt terribly self-conscious.  But I will probably do it again when appropriate, because it makes me giggle inside.
  3. The children are being lovely: Nico is using "Dada" and "Mama" consistently, and Charles is being very solicitous while I sit with my foot appropriately raised.
rmc28: (rmcf+fcdf-3)
I approve of this modern fad for teaching signing to children in places of childcare and education.

Charles has been demonstrating his school "Christmas songs" to me, complete with signing.
Nicholas can communicate "food", "nappy", "please/thankyou", "full", "more", "sleepy" and (as I just discovered) "cuddles".

It's not that we don't have toddler communication frustrations daily - but it makes the basics So. Much. Easier. I tried teaching myself signing for Charles, without much obvious success. The nursery staff are much more consistent and so both Nico and I have learned to be.
rmc28: Rachel holding newborn Nicholas (rmcf+nhf)
Nico now reliably says "uh-oh" when appropriate. Like when dropping food on the floor, or escaping through the living room gate.  (Compare with Charles, who started with "oh dear" and about six months older.)

Also if I shout at Charles, Nicholas often bursts into tears.  If I cuddle Charles, he comes barrelling over to get into the cuddle.  He babbles a lot and is climbing on everything.  Also the shelves that were out of his reach 2 months ago aren't any more.  Time to move everything upward again.

This Nico icon is a bit out of date!  There are oodles of more recent photos ... on my camera memory card.  Maybe one day I will sort them out, perhaps as procrastination for studying?
rmc28: (charles-hat)
Charles: Have Mummy drink?
Rachel: No, it's my drink.
Charles: Have some Mummy drink?
[answer varies depending on what I'm drinking]


Charles: Plaster, plaster [reaching towards plasters out of reach, for good reason]
Rachel: No darling, you can't have the plasters
Charles: Have one plaster?
Rachel: Oh alright then, just one.
Charles: Jus' one. Dat good idea.
[5 minutes of messily disassembling plaster and packaging ensues]
rmc28: (rmcf+fcdf-4)
Yesterday Charles glanced at my laptop screen. "Man Obama!" he commented - it was indeed a picture of President Obama[1]. I boggled: yes, a couple of weeks ago I watched inauguration coverage while supervising him, and said "oh look, that man is called Barack Obama, he's very important" as you do. But I wasn't expecting him to remember.

[1] It's not just me who gets a happy glow from being able to say this, right?

This morning he opened up one of his favourite books, Thomas and the Fogman, and started reciting some of the text on the relevant page, presumably from memory of the hundreds of times we've read it to him. I know that children do this, but I wasn't expecting it yet.

He quite enjoys playing a letter recognition game on the laptop (KLettres: a letter is displayed and read out, and you are supposed to type it) for a few minutes at least. Then he gets excited about the penguin in the background so we go and youtube for penguins instead.

His language skills are just zooming along every day. Almost everything we say is echoed back, and even strangers understand some of what he says.

Finally, and most funny, Jonny records Charles's ability to extrapolate.
rmc28: (charles-hat)
Charles says "Dear Zoo. Read 'Dear Zoo'. With emelant."
rmc28: (charles-hat)
Charles has become very chatty in the last week. Conrad described it by phone as "he's very talkative but I need Tony or Rachel to translate". He says "Yeeeeah" delightedly when you finally understand something he's been trying to say.

Memorable highlights:

"I wan' Pampa fikh ligh'" (in fact the lightbulb became a bit of a saga, Charles kept being worried about lights that weren't on in case they were broken, and when they were fixed, he worried about the dead lightbulbs. "Poor ligh' ball"


"NOT shy [of] Pampa. Funny Pampa!" (Though he wouldn't sit on Grandpa's knee at any point, he did listen to a story while sitting on my lap).

"No upset Mummy. No upset Mummy. Happy Mummy?" on hearing me explain to a friend of Conrad's that I avoided listening/watching the news in case it was too upsetting for either Charles or me (thus the Economist subscription, so I am not totally out of touch). I hugged him and reassured him I wasn't upset, but I think he made my point for me.
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After Charles spent Monday night/Tuesday morning waking me up, he continued to be fragile during Tuesday and Wednesday: very quiet and subdued most of the time, eating very little food (though drinking plenty of water), nursing hugely in the evenings, and by yesterday, running a temperature. All manageable but concerning, and by Wednesday evening my mama-sense was twanging and I insisted on him seeing a doctor yesterday. (Also we're off to see Tony's father in France on Saturday, and we're a bit sore on the subject of Charles, illness and missing holidays.)

The doctor was very good with him and after taking a history and his temperature, looked in his ear and said "yes, it's an ear infection". Apparently it's quite nasty - if it were milder, they wouldn't bother prescribing anything as there's no way of knowing if it's viral or bacterial, but as it's nasty, it's worth trying antibiotics because if it is bacterial he'll get well very quickly.

I felt justified in following my instincts (which I prefer to think of as the brain's excellent pattern-spotting acting on the vast database of Charles-observations I've accumulated in the last two years).

The antibiotic is in liquid form: bright yellow artificial-banana-flavour liquid. Charles let us dose him without too much trouble, but immediately asked for a feed ("Mummy-more NOW?"), presumably to take the vile taste away.

(New phrase yesterday: "That dunt work".)
rmc28: (charles-hat)
Tony: *swears loudly in the next room*
Charles: Oh dear. Poor Daddy!
Me: *trying not to laugh* Yes, Daddy's very cross.


Me: Come on Charles, say bye-bye Granny and come shopping.
Charles: NO bye-bye NannyLou. Wan' Nanny TOO.
Me: Granny's tired, she's staying here.
Charles: *screams, bursts into tears*
GrannyLouise: Oh alright then, I'll come.
Charles: *miraculously dries up tears* Yay! NannyLou TOO. NannyLou TOO.
rmc28: (charles-hat)
Charles knows there are things which have two words that both mean the same thing. He can say one of the words but not the other, and is quite happy to have conversations with us where he says 'his' word while we use 'ours'. For example choo-choo = train, loud = noisy, jean = trousers.

Sometimes he uses 'Daddy' for men in general, most noticeably when looking in some shop windows at clothes models (but not yet 'Mummy' for women - either I look sufficiently unlike models or this is yet another thing where Mummy is a special case), and he sometimes uses 'boy' for himself or Henry.
rmc28: (charles-blocks)
"I wan' go fin' DADDY. Fin' Daddy."

"I wan' ri' PLANE. Yeah, plane."

"No Mummy! No jean. NO JEAN." (he is occasionally having clothing rebellions at the moment, luckily he will usually accept tights as an alternative to trousers and he still fits the winter tights I bought last year for dressing up)

"Oh dear poor dee-dee [digger]. I wan' Mummy do fikh dee-dee."

"I wan' BLACK choo-choo." He has been given a small wooden trainset from IKEA; as is customary the adults have spent rather longer playing with it than the nominal owner. The engine and carriages are held together with magnets, which he finds frustrating when he gets them the wrong way round.

He continues to improve at counting words and is getting fairly good at colours of things (red, yellow, green, blue, black have all been heard so far).

He doesn't seem to distinguish much between living and non-living things: doors, gates, plates, bowls, cars, bikes, etc get as much attention as people, dogs and cats, if not more. Lots of polite hellos, byebyes, "poor X" comments and general observations. Lorries are very exciting, as are sirens (nee-nar) and flashing lights (nee-nar ligh'). He generally distinguishes correctly between car, van, lorry, and bus.

Words

2008-10-27 07:18
rmc28: (charles-hat)
'Tarl' = Charles. He knows his own name! We have taken to looking at slideshows of photos on my pc and he says "hello Tarl, hello mummy, hello daddy'. Or, when I showed him this photo of him with his stepcousin: "HELLO GATE!".

Over the weekend he has discovered 'poor' as in 'poor knee' (when dropping porridge in his lap), 'poor deedee' (when pulling the shovel off his new duplo digger), 'poor miaow' (when menacing the cats) and endless other combinations. The string of the bathroom light broke when Tony was giving him a bath yesterday; later in the evening he was dozing on Tony, stirred a little and said very clearly "Poor light" and then went back to sleep.
rmc28: (charles-hat)
Tony sometimes calls Charles "dear boy". J reports that Charles has started saying things like "come on dear boy" to his great friend H, a younger toddler boy she also minds.

Charles is beginning to master words with different consonants in, though he still struggles with terminal consonants. He says "Hello" in a very amusingly louche way (think Carry-On films). He used to use "more" primarily to mean my milk, no doubt because I will ask "do you want any more?" Now he uses "more" to ask for more of all sorts of things such as food and tv episodes, and my milk is specifically "mummy-more".
rmc28: (charles-hat)
2/3 of Keith's March 2007 photos have Charles in.

Charles is saying new words every day: recent ones have been toy, pool, sorry (or even 'so sorry' in very cute tones) and ligh' (light). Also small sentences: do door, do pool, do wee-wee. Just the one verb so far, and a certain amount of difficulty with terminal consonants.

We had balloons in the convention goodie bags and Tony blew one up and let it zoom around the room deflating. Charles grabbed it and said "Do ball" i.e. make the ball-shaped thing again.

He is getting very good at 'No'.
rmc28: (rmcf+fcdf-2)
Keith's December 2006 Misc photo collection has quite a few tiny-Charles photos, and some of [livejournal.com profile] nassus.  But the one below is my favourite. Christmas hats New words in the last few days: shoe, share, oi. Also full-on tearful blackmail yesterday morning: he stole my handbag and said repeatedly "don' do bye-bye, don' do bye-bye" in heartbroken voice as I was putting on waterproofs, escalating to screams when I stole my handbag back.  I evilly went to work anyway (and then had to work nearly 12 hours, but we won't go into that, bar noting that thanks to [livejournal.com profile] fanf and co-operative childminder this was manageable, though I would prefer it remained an ultra-rare occurrence)
rmc28: (charles-hat)
Charles: Points at his knee. "Knee! Knee!"
Rachel: "Yes darling, that's your knee"
Charles: "Knee!"
Rachel: Rolls up pyjama leg. "Here's my knee"
Charles: Points at Rachel's knee: "Knee!"
Rachel: "Yes, my knee."
Charles: Rolls down Rachel's pyjama leg. "Byebye knee!"
Rachel: Dies laughing



Other recent new words:
Nee-nar (siren)
Beep!
Dih-doh (ding-dong, doorbell)
Bye-bye/guh-bye (after much reinforcement this has replaced ta-ta, with a transitional period of ta-bye)
Lolly (lorry)
Na-night/guh-night
Lo-lee (Lois)
Wee-wee
Beebee/meemee (penis)
Me
Uh-oh (thank you Teletubbies)
rmc28: (charles-blocks)
Ow (usually given maximum possible pathetic intonation)
Nonny (Jonny)
Mum/Mummy (AT LAST, after Daddy and Granny and Jonny)
Anna (Johanna, his childminder)
Lala (Laa Laa/Teletubbies)
Yum (usually used for breastmilk, heh)
oo-wha? (What?/What's that?)
le-lah! (look at that!)
Whee (for movement - either on bike or looking at moving vehicles)
More

[livejournal.com profile] fanf can fill in any I've missed ...
rmc28: (charles-dragon)
In France Charles developed a couple of new words: "Nanny" for his Granny Louise (he can't yet say Gr so we are persisting in calling her Granny as is her/our preference and will wait to see what he does when he can say Gr), "ow" and a fair shot at "no no no". He got on famously with the 8-month-old puppy Rosie, who is also rather toddler-like at present, all enthusiasm and clumsiness and testing boundaries. He loved playing with his Granny very much, with some real bonding being achieved by the end of the week.

Today he chatted at length about Nanny so eventually I rang her up and he listened to her on the phone, silent but with a huge smile spreading over his face.

We are going to get the webcam and Skype working soon so he can keep up the contact more easily, and also start building better contacts with his other grandparents. Jonny has already supervised his first webcam family contact, with our cousin Lizzy.
rmc28: (charles-dragon)
We think we have a First Word - used regularly and consistently over a period of time for the same context. And it is ... *drum roll*

Oh-dear.

Dropped spoon? Oh-dear.
Spilt drink? Oh-dear.
Pegs thrown all over the living room floor, making a mess? Oh-dear. (And then he helps tidy up and gives himself a clap.)

"Dah-dee" is still the universal word-for-everything, said with many intonations and inflections. He also sometimes says "oh-woww" or "oh-yay" when something good happens/he does something he thinks deserves praise, but that's not nearly as consistent or clear as "Oh-dear". He chatters a lot at us, with many and varied syllables, but we haven't figured out much else yet.

Yesterday he demonstrated taking his pyjama top off at will, and putting it back on slightly less competently. He's having a good go at figuring out how to take trousers off too. I am planning to move his clothes into his reach and mine out of it (huge mummy-knickers on the toddler's head is only funny so many times).

I lost my temper with him today over something completely trivial and shouted at him; he stared at me in shock, threw what he was holding on the ground and shouted right back. Then he burst into tears. I thought "what am I teaching him here?" Then I dropped down to his level, cuddled him and apologised for shouting. When he calmed down, I got him playing with his toys again.

He waves goodbye a lot. Sometimes he waves goodbye to tell you to go away, or that he is about to leave.

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