TTB and his Grandma
Tiny Tin Bird is now 9 months old and he is learning and changing at an astounding rate. I’ve been genuinely fascinated by his changes and I’m really enjoying this current phase. It’s hard work as he is so much more mobile and can wreak so much more havoc but his personality is just delightful and I find happiness in making him happy and seeing him learn about the world around him. I think I put a lot of pressure on myself to record everything and I feel upset that I didn’t write an 8 or 9 month update for him (I do a monthly one that I don’t blog) as I ran out of time. And now I’ve forgotten what he did! I use my camera like a diary though so I think I can go back through my photos and find out what he did.
Each time we visit my family, he makes a giant leap in his development simply because he receives more stimulation there than I can provide here to him on my own. Take his speech for example. He has always been a very vocal little boy even as a small baby and would “wooooo” and yowl like mad. He learnt to make “B” sounds quite early on, around 17 weeks, and it’s been fun watching him babble. He has a whole range of babbling sounds but now he has gone a step further and is seeming to attach meaning to some of his sounds. There is a noticeable difference between his babbling and when he is trying to talk.
The moment that I’d like to record here for posterity and just because it’s so lovely is when we went to Stowe last Tuesday. There are barely any animals there now but they do have five big white Aylesbury ducks. On our way to the cafe we went to see the ducks. He sat on my hip and clung on with his left arm around my neck and strained as far forward as he could whilst still clinging, looking at the ducks and repeated “Burrr! Burr!” a few times. Bird! Bird! He watched the ducks for about ten minutes as they waddled about their pen, engrossed in their movement and behaviour. After that we took him to the cafe where the lovely ladies there made him a slice of toast cut into triangles which he happily enjoyed while we ate our cake and drank our drinks, interspersed with chatter to my mum (this boy truly loves his grandma) and holding his toast out to offer her. He smiled and smiled at the cafe ladies.
On the way back to the car we visited the ducks again and once more he was utterly engrossed in them and indeed called our “Burr!” happily. When the weather was nice and sunny a few weeks ago we spent a lot of time outside and each time a bird flew over his head would jerk as he tried to follow where it went. “Look at the bird!” I’d say. Other times he’d heard the word “bird” were when we’ve seen the ducks on the canal, the chickens by the castle and there is also a bird in one of his story books. There are lots of birds in his Grandma’s garden and we spent a lot of time looking out of the window saying “look at the birds! Birds!” to him. I’m proud that he’s made the connection verbally and mentally between “bird” and feathery flapping creatures and also that he is so keen and happy to learn. His natural curiosity is wonderful.