Over the past few weeks George has found his voice. He started with the occasional "mumumum" which came out when he was sad and hungry. And then he worked out "dada" and was so delighted with the reaction he got from Alby and me "silly Georgie, daddy's at work", that he has continued to say it. Sometimes non stop for ten minutes. Sometimes non stop for thirty minutes. Obviously as the one who has given up work to devote all my time with him I am thrilled.
When he was first learning to make the sound he had to really think about it, you could see him working his mouth trying to get his tongue and jaw around the sound. It was like he was chomping out the sound. Too cute. Too funny.
"Dadadadada" is his favourite but we're also getting the random "bababa", "yayayaya", "pp" and "hiya". At really chatty times you get the occasional squeal and squeak too much to mine and Alby's amusement.
One of the hard things with an Albug around is that George often gets shouted down. Albs hasn't quite worked out that you have to let Georgie speak and then echo back the sounds, despite me constantly trying to teach him. He gets too excited laughing at Georgie and shouting back "Dada's at work Georgie, Dada's at work." Poor George. And poor working daddy.
What I love most is that George will stay quiet for hours, for almost the whole day and then we take him for the evening dog walk or get him in the bath and he just doesn't shut up. As Albs would say "he's just so hilarious."
For the past two days as well as all the random noises George has started blowing raspberries again. Lordy knows why. Similar to talking he can do it for twenty minutes straight. We've put it down to teething, making a far fetched claim it must help with his gums in an effort to hide the real truth: we've got ourselves another cheeky one. And I love him to bits.
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