One of the youngster’s favourite games is ‘attack of the face-hugger’.
It starts with daddy’s hand creeping across the table spider-style while making shlup shlup noises. when the facehuger gets close enough it LEAPS and grasps the victim’s face accompanied by more loud shlup-shlupping.
For some reason, our offspring finds this game hilarious and is just starting to copy the crawling hand movements complete with the shlupping.
My son, the LV426 colonist.

New word today: ‘Chair’

We’ve been teaching the little one animal noises instead of animal onomatopoeia.
Apparently it’s unusual to do this. But lets face it, dogs don’t ‘woof’ they go Rouwgh!
He can now wark, rouwgh, euuuurm, ruuurrrrgh, eeow, kwargk and eiayyyyy with the best of them.

We’re avoiding baby-talk too. There’s no point in teaching that it’s called a quack-quack or baa-lamb now and then have to teach him it’s actually a duck and sheep later.
The same goes for ‘ta.’ We’re teaching him ‘thank you’ from the start.

Actually this is a few days old, but I’ve only just remembered.
For the last few days Zachary has been saying ‘bubbles’
but it’s not just the fact he says ‘bubbles’ it’s the way he says it. It’s very clear and well pronounced and in the sweetest little voice you can possibly imagine.

‘Bubbles’

My heart melts every time.

So here we are on day two of 2012. Some stuff happened today. Nothing terribly interesting but it was definitely stuff.

We went shopping. We needed fruit and rice pudding. You can’t just stay at home when you need fruit and rice pudding so we didn’t. We went out to buy the aforementioned fruit (specifically clementines) and rice pudding.

On the way out Mrs. Nobody couldn’t decide what coat to wear. Not an unusual event in itself, she has two or three. But today she wanted a specific coat, a long black number, that I’m pretty sure we sent to coat heaven when we moved.
Mrs. Nobody wasn’t so sure and opened the hall cupboard, an aperture we rarely use, looking for her phantom garment. Needless to say it wasn’t there, having been bundled in a bin-bag and dumped at a recycle centre some 20 months earlier.
What we did find though was a long fluffy grey coat that neither of us remember ever having seen before. It’s clearly a womans’ coat but it’s not Mrs. Nobody’s because it’s far too large. Mrs Nobody is short of stature & bijou of frame. It smells funny too. (The coat, not Mrs. Nobody’s divine form).

Daily Sprogzilla Update:

• Knows what a ‘bin’ is and will put stuff in it if asked to do so.

• Recognises rubbish and will put it in the bin and (here’s the important bit) leaves it there.
• Has realised the there is an ‘up’ to the world as well as things at eye level. Spent some time this morning examining and commenting on the picture in the hall. Pointed out the moon in the evening sky and every bird that flew past while out in his buggy today.
• Knows where the cheese is kept and actively seeks it out.

Mystery coat, mystery coat, where cometh you from? Or somthing.

See title.

I’m writing this retrospectively so I can’t really remember what happened. Future posts will contain more I expect. They may even be interesting. For a specific value of ‘interesting’

Daily Sprogzilla Update (as far as I can remember)

• Said ‘Flower’ for the first time today while standing in the bath and pointing to an artificial sunflower that stands atop the toilet cistern.
• There was definitely other stuff but I can’t remember it. Bugger.