I've been reading back over the kids' baby books lately, feeling a bit nostalgic. It's been funny remembering all the amusing things they come out with on their journey to becoming fluent English-speakers.
Scrag is just beginning his adventure into language: he has plenty to say at a rather loud volume, though it mostly consists of dadadad, yayaya and mumumum. A limited vocabulary but somehow he still has a knack of making his needs known!
Our eldest, Dash, was slow to speak and when he did, he made up his own words for most things. I'm sure the fact that his dad is a Geordie helped to confuse him. There's me telling him "No" and his dad telling him "Nooooah!" in this broad north-eastern English accent - and he's sposed to figure out that's the same word?