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On this day last year I was waiting for my father to die. He had been sedated and was to stay that way.
After I said my final goodbyes to him, my then-ten-month-old son saw me crying. He regarded me thoughtfully for a moment, and then took his finger out of his mouth and stuck it in mine.
His most comforting finger, you understand. His favourite sucking finger. For a pre-verbal infant it felt like such a gesture of love and compassion.
There is a thing that our extended family seem to love doing: giving gifts for the child that he's not old enough for.
This last Christmas (he was then 21 months old, which the astute and mathematically gifted reader will be able to parse as "not yet two") we got multiple gifts for him that are for age 3+.
"Here, have something that you either need to store for over a year or be incredibly hyper-attentive as you supervise, because look, it contains serious choking hazards."
What's even more annoying is that we do a secret Santa thing for the adults in which people give lists of what they want, and I got things that were vaguely adjacent to what I'd asked for but not actually anything in the extremely broad categories I'd listed.
Smol Son's language use is coming along by leaps and bounds. He's suddenly so articulate, forming complex sentences, using adjectives, doing hilarious work with "maybe" and "a little bit". He's also learned that "what do you say" when he demands something means "rephrase that and include the word please".
We've tentatively made progress - or at least acquired new data - on his tummy issues, which is promising.
In language terms he does still a little bit struggle with the thing that's really difficult to explain: pronouns. Explaining I/me/you to a toddler is seriously challenging.
He is obsessed with cricket. He has a little cricket bat and he loves it. He loves pretending to be a cricket bowler. (He also said an English Test bowler was "pretending to be a cricket bowler", which was harsh but arguably fair.)
He has sadly not done something I was finding delightful for a few days: he'd shout: "DOO DOO DOO DE DOO DOO DEEEEE. THAT'S A SONG."
He likes reciting his books as they're read to him.
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