Diction

Aimee's chickenpox doesn't seem as bad as Dylan's, however her surface marks are nothing compared to her general emotions. So far since we've been back, she's been a lot more irritable, whingey, clingy and upset at the littlest things. She sleeps poorly and eats barely at all. We do our best to help her recover, with applications of 'magic' itchy cream and 'magic' biscuits. Everything has to be 'magic' or 'fairy' in order for her to accept them.

Oh yes, almost forgot to mention the biggie news of Dylan so far is that he can talk. Yep, I got witnesses to prove it. His first proper word came out over Xmas in front of Granny and Mummy. I fed Dylan some yoghurt and he blurted out the word 'Yo-Urt'. I was stunned. He said it again. And everyone heard. I got him also to say Grandma (gan ma) and then more words but by then he got bored and started fiddling with his straps. So far, Dylan can say just those words, plus mama and dadda, but I'm working on Nainai and yeye.

I also noticed that in between his squeals, screams and yelling, Dylan has started humming tunes. Yes, actually humming little dittys. How cool is that?

Aimee of course has a pretty staggering vocabulary now. But every now and then we giggle at her cute mispronounciations. Like; chickenpox is 'chicken pops', ABC is 'ab seed', the chinese cake ji-way-bao, is 'Jimmy Bao' and so on, too numerous to mention. It is so cute I am torn between correcting her every time and letting her continue with the error just as it amuses me so much. Evil dad eh?

Oh yes, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!