Once again we’ve fallen behind in the blogoshere while Freddie continues to outrun us on the growing up front. Take, for instance, his language. There we were, perfectly happy with our juvenile foul-mouths, and then ‘bingo’ – Freddie’s wandering around quietly telling other kids ‘Fffff-uck-k-k. Fffff-uck-k-k.’ There’s absolutely no mistaking it. It’s like he had nits in the nursery the horror exhibited on the faces of the adults as the swearing-kid-virus wantonly spread in an unseemly fashion for about a week. Ulp.
He’s stopped that little quirk, and it’s onto another. Mr Cute smiley pants, laughing and gurgling and throwing in a ‘Adun… ha..ha..Daddiieee…’ or ‘Mammieee…meup..Mam…meup…’ Meup means he wants holding. He’s the man.
This Saturday just gone we drove our estate – which we’ve recently bought – to the Audi service centre in Wimbledon (we picked a bad weekend for that as the tennis was on) to get the missing wheelnut locking key and instead of the planned womble through the common we headed to Morden Hall Park, a lovely long meandering woodland come rose garden with a city farm in the middle. Freddie met a foal and mare, who nibbled his foot to shrieks of delight and fright.
Next post, expect some photos of the ‘he’ll break a few hearts when he grows up’ man you’re all looking forward to seeing.