Rabbit, another month has passed. They are flying by so fast. I seem to have only just reflected on your last month when the next one has already finished. You are going to be a teenager in the flash of a moment, if we keep on this way.

Each month you are more and more fun to have around. We have been amazed at the leap in your comprehension this month. Even though you don't yet have the language skills to communicate with us, you are understanding more and more each day. “Do you want a drink of milk?” results in a gleeful giggle and an almost-run to the armchair where you drink your milk of an afternoon. “Let’s make a bath” sends you directly to the bathroom door, waiting impatiently for us to put the plug in the bath and run the water. “Bring me a book” results in a big grin and an armful of books being piled in my lap.
You know exactly what I mean when I say “Do you want to turn the TV on and watch Raggs?”. Yes, you nod and almost-run to the lounge room and the TV. This month you will actually sit and watch more than five minutes of TV at a time. You watch the doggies dancing and follow along. Your feet make little marching movements as you watch, transfixed.
You are on the go constantly now. In fact, it's amazing that I have any photos of you at all as you are usually already out of the shot by the time the shutter closes.

One morning at playgroup this month you were watching the children dancing to the music. Two little girls were twirling around on the stage. You watched them for some time. Then later that afternoon when we were back home, I found you doing it. You were holding your arm out across the front of you and turning in a circle, following your arm with your body, a huge smile on your face. After several steps you got dizzy and fell to the floor in a fit of happy giggles. You did it time and time again.
So now you and I dance together in the afternoons. We march to the music, we move side to side, we twirl and spin, and we bend over and look at each other through our legs. Yes, through our legs. Upside down. It always ends up in fits of giggles.

Sometimes we play chasey. You walk down the passage-way and I stomp along behind you until you giggle and almost-run. We stomp along through the loungeroom doorway, into the loungeroom, through the dining room and back out into the passage. After a few laps, when we’re breathless with stomping and laughing, we reverse it. I run away from you (always with a ridiculous run that makes you laugh) and then turn and wait. You grin hugely and chase me with your almost-run. I wait until you’ve almost caught up to me then scream with laughter and run away again. You bellow with laughing and almost-run as fast as you can.
Yes, your almost-run just cracks me up. Your little feet kick up so fast, your knees bow out, you almost lean backwards in your hurry to move forwards. Ah, I wish I had a video camera.

At night, after tea you like to practice walking backwards in the loungeroom doorway. You walk out to the passage-way and then back backwards through the doorway. Out into the passage-way and then backwards through the doorway. Out into the passage-way and then backwards….. On and on. Practice makes perfect.

I have been trying to think of what else you’ve been doing this month. What toys are you playing with? And you know, I can’t for the life of me think of any favourite toys this month.
You love old drink bottles. You often walk around the house with a plastic drink bottle tucked under each arm. Then, there’s Jak’s squeaky toys. Again, you walk around with one in each hand. “Err” you urge him. “Come and play!” Sometimes he does. And then you shriek with laughter and try to outrun him. Unsuccessfully. Sometimes you throw the toys for him and shriek with glee when he runs and chases them. Most times though, Jak just ignores you. He’s grown very wary of you this month. You are rough with him! I have to leave him outside most days now, as you just pick on him otherwise. I know that you mean to love him, but you hurt when you pull his hair, or his ears, or his whiskers, or his tail, or his paw. And Jak just lies there; long suffering. Looking at me with his big eyes. “Help!”
You love your books. We read “Where’s my Duck?” and you shake your head, no, as we lift each flap, looking for the duck. You love the page for “Row, row, row your boat” in your nursery rhyme book, and point out all the ducks, the dog, the children rowing their boats, waiting for me to name them all. In fact, we spend a lot of time doing that. You point to all the pictures “err!”, and I name them. You double check, triple check; making sure the answer’s the same each time.

You are curious about everything. Your love affair with the bath plug has continued this month. You crouch over the bath as it's draining and peer down the drain hole, trying to work out where the water is going. You pull the plug out of the drain and put it back in again and marvel at how the water stops draining. Grandad bought you a little toy car this week and the first thing you did was turn it upside down and figure out how the wheels worked.

You are growing out of the need for a morning nap. Sort of. Most days now I try and get you through the morning without a sleep. We go out, so that you are kept entertained. Most times, as long as you’re busy, you can last until lunchtime before you need a nap.
Occasionally you decide that you simply must go to sleep. When that happens, you go into your bedroom and grab your lovies out of your cot. You have slept with a tiny blue bear since you were a few weeks old. We named him Popcorn and he is a firm favourite. Then, when you had colic, someone suggested that I tuck an old t-shirt of mine down alongside the mattress, so that you could be comforted by my smell. At some point since, you have discovered it, pulled it from its hiding place and decided that will also be your lovie. Nowadays you have to have Popcorn in one hand and my pink t-shirt in the other, when you lie down to sleep.
So, when you're growing tired, it's not uncommon to find you wandering around with Popcorn in one fist and my pink t-shirt trailing behind you from the other fist. “Err”, you'll say holding them up to me. And I know that you want your nap.
For someone who doesn't talk much, you are remarkably good at communicating. It is truly wonderful to watch you develop.
Love you |...................thhiiiiiiiiis much.......................|
Mummy