1 year, 8 months, 3 days old

Today Arwen bit into a hard biscuit and learnt the word “crunch”. Or she thinks she did. The problem here is her pronunciation – she can’t make the “cr” sound yet, so that just becomes “c”. She’s fine with “un”. She can’t make a “ch” either, so that becomes “t”. You can see the problem. As could the other people in the cafe where she bit into the biscuit this afternoon. As responsible parents, we obviously know that the best thing to do in this sort of situation is to ignore it – if you don’t react, a toddler will forget all about it and move on. So what we did was burst into hysterical laughter. Then burst into hysterical laughter again when she realised that saying it made us laugh so she repeated it louder. I don’t know how many times she’s said it in the cafe, in the car and at home since this afternoon, but I’m worryingly sure it was enough for me to have given myself a hernia. Apparently Minnie Mouse is a “crunch”. As is her toy train and her bath sponge. And her pronunciation of “fork” is pretty damn special too.

She loves to point out things when we’re out and about now, thankfully enjoying being outside more now than being at the “winnow!” It’s often when you’re out with her that you find out about words you had no idea she knew. A trip to a farm this week showed that she knows the word “cockerel”, for example. The first time she saw one, she said its name perfectly. After that, she insisted on referring to it as “cock-cock-cockerel” and laughing away to herself. She appears to have inherited her parents’ very grown up sense of humour.

It’s been nice this week to pop her in the carrier and go for a walk, with her pointing out “bird”, “dog”, “baby” “car” and so on. I like it, though the woman whose face she shoved her finger into as she shouted “people!” didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I did. And I had possibly the most tedious walk ever on Tuesday as it was bin day. So Arwen pointed out bins. Every one we walked past. I’ve never noticed how many bins are on our estate before, but I can tell you now, it’s about a thousand bajillion.

She also enjoys pointing things out when we’re in the car, and has never been as astonished by anything as when she saw a van on the back of a truck the other day. She didn’t even attempt to formulate words, just stared out of the window and pointed. From being in the car with her, I’ve learnt that she knows the word “tower”, which she’s learnt from looking at a picture of the Eiffel Tower (thank you Sophie the Giraffe!) and uses whenever she sees a church spire. But the best thing she’s said this week took me a while to work out. We were driving along a road that farm vehicles use, and there was a line of mud down the middle of the road. It took me a while to work out what she was saying as she pointed at the mud, but I finally realised it was “car poo”. You can’t fault the kid’s logic!

Oh and elsewhere, Arwen’s learnt to look surprised, grab her bum and say “Ooh, tump!” whenever she trumps, which is often, and always hilarious.

And here’s a little treat for you. Warning: not safe for work!

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