I’m pretty safe to say that T has definitely found his voice.
Every morning, it’s no longer frustrated noises or cries that come from his Moses basket but coos and chitter chatter. Throughout the day, I no longer hear silence but baby rambles being directed at the nearest toy.
When I watch him chat I can see his lips moving into different shapes, trying to pronounce something. His eyebrows moving with emotion.
Whenever I engage in conversation with him, hoping I’m getting the language right and not calling him names, I wonder what his first words will be, what his first question will be, and what he’ll answer when I ask him questions, such as what his favourite colour is, what his favourite meal is, or where his favourite place is.
We’re clearly a long way off from question time, but I can’t wait to have a proper conversation with him. Even if it is about why he can’t have profiteroles for breakfast like his Mumma.
K
