Sean is at a “Learning How To Talk” stage.

He’ll look you straight in the eye and babble a string of 8-10 clear, distinct words in Russian Chinese, with impressive inflection, “Ich nee nay! Neh shoo bey, shee sway si lah beeboolah?”

And most times, Callum and I have giggling fits and speak back to him in a similar manner.

In English, however, he can only say, (starting with his first word) : Bubye, Uh-oh, Hello, No, Quack.

He can nod yes. And now can POINT to what he wants. Which has made things SO much easier.

He can follow simple instructions. Dance on command. Anticipate regular house practices - he walks through the front door, sits down and waggles his legs - waiting for someone to take off his shoes.

He’s very coordinated, courageous, and good at climbing - he climbed up some pot plants, up onto the garden furniture, stepped across onto another garden bench, and onto the barbeque top!)

Oh and I love his hair. I don’t want to cut it. I just want it to grow longer and longer! Haha. It’s so soft, fine and mop-like.

(Photograph : Sean is actually being carried in a superman pose.)

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