The delightful development of Baby Number Two – due December – has recently thrown me into a dither of both excitement and busyness (the busyness involving the couch and a supply of nausea remedies that don’t work), but I’m here now, and I hardly know which toddler tale to tell.

One of the biggest changes that have occurred in the last X months, other than my little fella turning into a big boy before my very eyes, is that he’s started talking. He can now hold a conversation, particularly if it involves the ‘n-word’, for example:

Archer: *Grunt, grunt*
Me: Archer, is there a poo in your nappy?
A: No…*Grunt*
Me: Are you sure?
A:………No.

and,

Me: Are you ready to get out of the bath?
A: No.
Me: You want to stay in a bit longer?
A: No. *Megawatt smile*

and my favourite,

Me: Would you like a banana Archie?
A: No.
Me: An apple?
A: No.
Me: An Iced VoVo?
A: *Megawatt smile*

The fact that Archer has neither seen, nor heard of an Iced VoVo doesn’t matter, because he has a radar in his brain that detects sugar in foods or in the names of foods.

All this talking business is more fun than I could have thought, with him popping out new words just about every day. Although I have a vague recollection of someone telling me that having a strong little personality verbally asserting his opinions all day long poses certain… new challenges? I can’t imagine what they could possibly have meant…

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