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"Pearport"

After all the deep emoting, I thought I'd post something a little lighter in tone.

Bryn's been showing us some new things lately... The other day I spent most of the afternoon playing various board games with Erik and Luey; Spellbound, Ludo and Crazy Ludo... All the games involved throwing a dice and counting places to move "forward" on the board... To our great entertainment, Bryn kept nabbing the dice , rolling it, and counting "One, two, three, one, two, three!" I'm pretty sure he was just mimicking, but he totally understood what we were doing, and moved all our pieces appropriately on the board, funny little man!

The other story is from today. I was feeding him this afternoon, as you do on a lazy Sunday afternoon, and I said to him, "Oh, we're going to visit Amma and Grandpa Lester the week after next! We're going in an airplane, won't that be fun!" He came off the boob and exclaimed, "Airpane, Pearport!" This was the first time I mentioned us going to the airport in the next 10 days - we've flown together a few times, but last time he had just turned 1... Dave told me he got "Pearport" from his Thomas DVD (which he hasn't watched in three weeks since I got jack of him constantly requesting DVDs), where there is a story about building an airport on Sodor Island... Great memory, though, huh? Now I'm actually quite excited about taking him to the airport for his own sake, so he can put himself in the setting!

Comments

katef said…
oh that photo is GORGEOUS! And that shirt is to die for... and 'pearport' is pretty damn cute too!
Sif said…
Yeah, Erik got that shirt for Christmas when he was six months old. A friend's mum had bought it at a market in QLD, so it's 7.5 years old and has been worn by three boys, and it's faded a bit, but still nice and bright, it's Dave's and mine fave item of clothing for the boys!

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