Callum is 2 months from turning two, and he’s already blabbering away like a toddler. I actually thought he would be a late talker – because ‘they’ say : boys who are more active, tend to talk at a later age. But sheesh, Callum just goes on and on and on and on. He’ll talk about everything in his little world. His lego men, his sandals, his big new bed, his popcorn, dad’s car, mum’s orange juice, po-po’s fish tank, gong-gong’s chickens, a trip to Bunnings. Yeah ok, it’s kinda cute.
It’s a pretty scary moment when your kid first starts making sentences. When they start weaving ideas together and making connections in their heads. When they start telling you what they really think! Good lord, how will I survive being a parent to a TEENAGER?!?
Callum retelling some house rules :
Ball. Throw. House. No! Naughty! Mummy. Smack!
Callum retelling the events of the weekly rubbish collection :
Man. Brooooom. Truck. BIG truck! Bin. Up. POUR!
Callum retelling Uncle Rob’s recent adventure on a scuba diving trip :
Rob. Down. Under. Up. Wet. Boat. Hungry. Eat. Biscuits.