Ten!

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My wakeful little boy is being all awake. I’ve just read The Rainbow Fish to him three times and thought he would go to sleep but no such luck.

JJ helped me out by doing the dishes (which I asked him to do) and putting away the laundry that I’d folded (which I hadn’t, so thank him very much :). Today was mostly productive, after having a bad day yesterday. Tiny being high energy and requiring constant stimulation, I’m making the commitment to take him out at least once a day. I had a mind to go to the city to get more contacts, perhaps hit up my favourite bookstore (Boffins) and perhaps check out the new Borders bookshop as well to see if either had any homeschooling books (though I may request some through the library if I can track down any titles). Also chasing some vego/vegan cookbooks. I want to amass cookbooks all of a sudden, slightly surprising coz I hate cooking.

Anyway. I opted to go to Southlands instead as JJ had said we needed more tuna and toilet paper. Went to Southlands and on the way stopped by the playground as I’d told Tiny I was going to take him to a playground and there were some other kids there as we were passing, and he wanted to “play wif other tids”.

So he played and I chatted to the mother of the other kids (turned out she was only the mother of two of the three kids, her oldest was in school and one of the kids was on loan. She asked how old Tiny was, I said a bit under 2.5. She said he was pretty good, I think as he’d been talking to her and the other kkids and they could mostly understand him. Then she asked if he went to daycare or anything, I said no and she was shocked that his language development was so good. She probably wouldn’t have thought so if she’d heard Tiny complaining about something being a “pucken piece o tit” when unhappy with it.

Stroked my ego either way and I needed some superficial feel good feeling after my severe bout of depression yesterday.

Earlier tonight after I’d read to Tiny and JJ had finished putting the laundry away he came into the playroom where Tiny and I were reading and was going to take over, but we just ended up hanging out all together which was nice.

I’m not sure how we got onto counting but we were counting for a while and Tiny surprised us by suddenly going “One…two…pree…pour…five…tix…seben…eight…nine…ten!”

JJ started holding up his fingers and Tiny needed to be reminded what four and eight looked like, but he counted to ten on JJ’s fingers. Did not know he could do that. We are quite pleased with him :)

And I’ve finally got him to bed so I’m going to play with hypervoxel settings for another half hour or so.

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