He was walking semi-crouched back from nursery, making raaah! noises. I asked him if he was being a lion. He stopped, looked up at me, said ‘no, tiger’, then went on waddling and roaring.
I am astounded at his ability to not only imagine, but communicate that he won’t alter his imagination in the face of what was, let’s face it, a stupid suggestion. How could i mistake a tiger for a lion? Lucky i didn’t suggest dinosaur, or i’d still be smarting from his contemptuous glare. I hope Claire and I can help him maintain this rich inner life against the forces that will try to hammer conformity into him.
One day when Leo was ill, Claire welcomed a cat into the kitchen with a saucer of milk. Leo watched it drink, laughing at its little pink tongue.
So now, Leo mimes licking the table, then brings up his head with a loud ‘Meeee-ooww’, which Claire or i must then copy. This has since been modified by the addition of any other animal noise, dog and pig being favourites.
His eyes shine when he suddenly changes the game with a change of animal noise.
Crossing the road, Leo was insistent he could see a triangle. Equally certain myself, i insisted there wasn’t.
But, when i looked properly, there it was: the Give Way sign. I looked, Leo saw.
To the tune of ‘Here we go’, Leo is singing ‘We will walk’.
We have no idea. Anyone else recognise it?
Went to bed at England’s 2pm kick off, asleep by about 15 minutes in.
It’s now full-time [for the record, a lacklustre performance but a 1-0 win] and he’s just waking up.
He planned to bring a book out into the garden. Being careful at the door and step, he backed out delicately, then walked towards me across the lawn.
Halfway, he looked down at his hands, pulled a puzzled face and realised he’d left the book behind. He had concentrated so hard on getting down the step that he’d let go of it. He went back for it, giving me time to giggle quietly at the cuteness of his befuddled face.
He’s getting more into singing all of a sudden. This includes songs we haven’t taught him!
Baa baa, black sheep we recognise but one of them is a complete mystery. I bet Jenny, Grandma or Gran would know it, though.
He sounds very cute – he can’t hold the tune, of course, but he knows when to slow down for the rhythm – eg the master / faster couplet on the seesaw song. And tunewise he does go up and down in the right places so he is hearing it quite well.
He’ll sing better than me very very soon.