My parents are out visiting us at the moment, for what may be the final time to Abu Dhabi (but more on that in a forthcoming post). They have been doing lots of babysitting for us, and clearly enjoying the advancements that Jack has made since the summer. Most notably in his speech.
The two main passions in Jack's life at the moment are biscuits ("bitbits") and bubbles ("bubblef"). The former being an occasional (perhaps too frequent) treat, and the latter being a favourite pastime involving... well... lots of washing up liquid. The thing is, he gets very excited when the two words are mentioned in close proximity. Yesterday, for example, we were treated to the full-length version of his oft-repeated reply to the semi-question "Jack - Biscuits and bubbles??".
Which goes something along the lines of: "No, no bitbits, no bubblef, no bubblef, no bitbits, no bubblef. An bitbits 'n' bubblef... No bitbits... No bubblef."
None of which is actually an indication of him declining either. Who knows what goes on in that pretty little head of his....
On a separate note, the word "Grandad" is proving a bit difficult at the moment. Not being helped by Jack's occasional laziness in attempting new words. Take, for example, this recent roundtable discussion that involved us all:
Mummy: "Jack, can you say Hello Mummy?"
His Lordship: "'ello Mummy."
Mummy: "...and Hello Daddy?"
HL: "'ello Daddy."
M: "...and Hello Nanny?"
HL: "'ello Nanny."
M: "...and Hello Grandad?"
HL: "Mmm."
M: "No, Hello Grandad."
HL: "Er...um... 'ello mate."
Bless. Of course, matters have not been helped by my Mum calling up the stairs to my Dad earlier in the week, for some reason or another: "Ron?".
Jack has now picked up on that one single instant, and now "Grandad" is affectionately known as "Lon". As the week goes on, Lon is looking a little weary as he is forced to juggle similar sounding cries from wife and grandson.
Nanny: "Ron?"
HL: "Lon! Lon!!! Hahaha.... LON!!!"
Fun for all the family.
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