At bedtime yesterday evening (even after he'd been sick for the second time - he has this horrible vomiting bug) my 19 month old son still managed a few smiles. Although his language is still largely undeveloped his sense of humour is encyclopedic.
My husband and I are still amazed at how much our daughter ("Princess") gravitated towards pink and princessydom from the age of about 9 months onwards (without any help from ourselves)...and from the age of 14 months our little boy ("Stand-In Prince") kicked a ball about with abandon. When he found cars he instantly made "brrrumm, brrumm" noises and he now runs to make "toot, toot" sounds every time he hears the train rattle past in the distance. But his ball is still his far and away most favourite object .
So at yesterday's bedtime...Stand-In Prince pointed to his posters and spotted a ball..."baall" he pronounced and smiled at me. He saw an orange on the chart "baall" he said, then he caught sight of something circular and inevitably "baall" came out. He chuckled and then pointed at me: "baall" he opined. (I know I've put on a few pounds after his birth...is he trying to drop me a hint? Aaaggghhh!). I uttered"baall" and pointed to him. Thus the "baall" exchange continued and so we carried on giggling into the early evening light.