Moments to Remember – 1: Ducks

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.

Pretty Things

I’ve written about Stowe  before on my blog. This time was the first time that we had taken TTB and it felt like a significant visit for that reason. While we were there we popped into the Hayrack Gallery as per usual and I didn’t even make it past the entrance way before deciding that the above print was coming home with me. It’s by an artist from Stratford upon Avon, Claire Henley, and it’s of Padstow. After I’d bought it, my mum told me that my (late) Auntie and Uncle had once stayed in one of these cream coloured buildings (can’t remember which one) and so I was doubly pleased that I’d chosen it. And, Rachel kindly bought the other one I was looking at for my birthday! I am supposed to have forgotten about that though. I would also like to go back and get this one so that I have a set of three. I want them in our bedroom once we get around to redecorating. I’m so pleased with them, I think it’s the first time I’ve liked a painting enough to pay for the print rather than just trying to find it in greeting card form ;-)

Now, the title of my blog is plural and my other pretty thing is my little cute notebook, again this was a gift from Rachel after I admired it in her shop (a well known book retailer where she is doing super duperly well!). It’s just pretty and I like that there are houses on the pages too. Nothing more to say, I was just using it earlier and though, aw that’s cute, I will share it on my blog. Just because!

What pretty things have you bought/received lately?