silverai

I'm still just so tired.

Today is my son's second birthday, which does not feel real or plausible. Also feeling implausible: his brilliance. In the last few weeks his language skills have been improving by leaps and bounds, with new turns of phrase and complexities of language use seemingly daily.

As I type this he and his father are playing with Duplo and he's giving complex descriptions of his plans and instructions to Daddy. He's really good at assembling Duplo now.

The latest thing he's been determined to learn is the months of the year.

Some of his descriptions are fascinating, because his vocabulary is obviously a little limited and he hasn't yet fully internalised the rules of adjective order in English. So we get "that long big bit" and he has two small balls that are, very specifically, "little ball" and "cricket little ball".

He has an amazing imagination. Earlier today he explained that the little holes on the hips of the Duplo people are their pockets. He loves pretending to play cricket, and sometimes this involves his foam cricket bat and a ball and sometimes this involves him swinging his cricket bat to hit pretend balls and sometimes it involves him using another object (could be anything) as a pretend cricket bat to hit pretend balls.

He's learning manners. He says hello and goodbye (including to inanimate objects). Asking for things politely often takes the form of: "Please may I have [thing] pleeeease?"

"Thank you" is now comprehensible to people who aren't us, even, because at first we'd prompt him to say thank you and he'd say "inkyee" and we had to tell people that was thank you, because Toddler, words are hard.

He's still amazing and wonderful in every way.