When is it that children lose their daily discovery of everything being exciting with the world?
Each morning, N seems surprised when I go into his room, even if he’s been talking and shouting “mummy shower” for the last 15 minutes.
Get him out of bed, he spots the dogs playing outside, and he has to watch, point and say excitedly “Fern, dog”. Yep, that’ll be what the dog does every morning.
The snow’s hung around since last Saturday, and each morning, it’s “snow”.
Then “daddy coming”, “daddy fire”…everything that’s routine, he still feels the need to state it and share as though it’s something new.
It’s great having the commentary and hearing how he’s putting words together more clearly, although I do still get perplexed sometimes. Seems that I’m the translator In our house though as the OH’s quite often asking me what N’s saying.
“No idea”. Sometimes it takes a few attempts before I realise that what N was saying did make sense in the first place, it’s just a case of us tuning in properly.