We all scream for ah-preem
Not-so-Baby-Brother can suddenly speak. Unsurprisingly his repertoire mostly revolves around food. Plops (lollipops), bla-laa (banana), toost (toast), bick-icks (biscuits), 'am (ham), malk(milk), and ah-poo (apple) are among his favourites, but this kid lives for ah-preem (ice cream). Wonder of wonders, he can finally say pleeease in the cutest, most sincere voice with a very earnest pleading expression, which means the unearthly whining is slowly becoming a thing of the past. Although he still resorts to the screech of death if he spots something he wants to eat and doesn't have a word for it, sweeties included. He also says 'Noy!' (noise) and datda (tractor) and his singing is quite possibly the cutest / funniest thing I have ever heard. He sort of belts it out completely tunelessly but with such passion. But he is an absolute wonder with a football. He can spot a ball a mile away and routinely sets off at a running pace across the beach or park because he's spotted one on the horizon. He can kick, throw and catch like a 5 year old and never, NEVER gets fed up of playing with a ball. He often cuddles one like other kids cuddle teddy bears, and adoringly places his football in the toy buggy to push it round the house. That said, he does have a soft spot for a couple of soft bears which can be guaranteed to calm him down when he's lost the plot. He cuddles them as if his life depends on it, but still routinely tries to steal Big Brother's dressie and claim her as his own. He's quite a wind-up merchant like that, with a wicked sense of humour. He's generally more likely to giggle hysterically than cry.
He is also subject to the evils of Dora the Explorer and Go, Diego, Go on an alarmingly regular basis, they being the ONLY things number one son ever asks to watch. (Except for Star Wars which he announced yesterday he wanted to watch, "like we did at JanJan's, with the ships...") And I'm half horrified and half immensely proud at the capacity of my children to get all the questions right, and to answer them in perfect Spanish accents. Zack reminds me of a mini Manuel of Fawlty Towers fame.
Big Brother keeps growing at a rate of knots, in every way. His arrival at playgroup is usually met with cheers and clapping from a little gang of boys. He's that kid. I don't think he really plays with the girls, but the other week he coyly admitted that one of the girls had played with him. "Her's a gerral like you Mama. Her likes to play with garages too! Her likes me and hers my friend." I've been keeping an eye out for her.
Yesterday -
Big Brother: Mama?
Mama: Yes?
Big Brother: I love you, Mummy.
Mama: Oh! I love you too, honey!
Big Brother: But I love Daddy the best.
Mama: Oh! Well ok then, that's fair enough.
Big Brother: He's very cool, isn't he?
Can't argue with that!
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I think we'd substitute, "Lost it".