In the mornings I tend to pop Isobel back in her cot while I shower.
She knows it's not sleep time because she isn't in her sleeping bag, the light is on, and she has books.
Sometimes she grumbles a bit.
But from my viewpoint in the shower, I can see her and I know she is just trying to make me feel bad.
Other times I have my shower to the the strains of 'uh-oh, oh-no', this means she is reading 'We're going on a bear hunt'. You know how it goes:
'Uh-oh, long wavy grass
We can't go over it
We can't go under it.
Oh-no! We'll have to go through it!'
If it's The Gruffalo I hear my current favourite Isobel word 'Twit-twoo' from her it sounds more like 'bwit-woo' but I know she is talking about the owl. (Sss = the snake)
This morning though it was 'e-i-e-i-o' obviously for Isobel it is a pig farm that old MacDonald has because her piggy grunt was the animal noise I heard.
And then, when Isobel laughs at me from her bed, I like to think it's because I'm playing peek-a-boo and not because I'm naked.
Ps. This evening she actually said Gruffalo, well at least I think she did, and because I am the Mum I must be right.
3 comments:
So sweet, it's only when you've got a child that you learn to speak 'toddler'!
lol, I remmber well my youngests attempts at eieio... over and over and over... it was fabulous :)
I am quite enjoying this stage but I am pretty sure that some day soon she will just come out with a sentance such as 'why are you makign that silly noise mummy'.
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