The boy has now mastered the art of rolling and is using it to great effect, so much so that I have to be constantly by his side to ensure he doesn't roll off surfaces or hit his head on things in the process. His language is building really well and whilst actual words escape him, he enjoys nothing more than shouting abuse at me(well okay, not abuse because he's smiling when he does).
I took him with his grandad to the local swimming pool where he had a really good time. Oh yes, water didn't seem to bother him at all, not even when it went into his mouth! But then his true nature showed as he caught sight of three girls in the pool as well and began smiling away at them and trying to attract their attention/show off his sophisitcation by making the biggest splashes ever. So it appears he has inherited his mother's natural flirting ability which is good because his dad can't flirt for toffee. But he has his father's eye for the ladies which will probably combine with the flirting to make a monster.
oh dear :p
Saturday, 16 February 2008
Showing off
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Labels: swimming, the first year, words words words
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