I have a feeling it may have alot to do with Angus, as Felix is forced to listen to him calling out to me, day in, day out. He is bound to latch on to words that are mentioned no less than 150 times a day. When Angus was a bub, I would be dropping the Dada word around him constantly. "Dada will be home soon", "Dada's on the phone", "Dada loves you so much". I guess it's all about repetition with first words. Admittedly, Felix's first word has come as a lovely surprise. I can't see myself ever growing tired of hearing my name in those squeaky baby coo's. Ahhh, bliss.
Felix will be seven and a half months old tomorrow. The time insists on galloping past and these precious milestones are reminders for me, just how quickly they grow up. He is so exceptionally sweet natured, even when he is feeling miserable, he still manages a smile or a giggle or a cheeky squint of his big brown eyes. He is at a beautiful stage, being content to stay sitting on the floor playing and observing. He rarely protests from this position, so I plan to just enjoy his easygoing temperament, while it lasts. Now that his first word has been mastered in the vocabulary, I'm looking forward with great anticipation, to the next one.
Except now he will say it 8 million times a way. Harper adds a little whingy touch to it too just for added effect!
ReplyDeleteWell done x