A few days after we returned, I noticed some miscommunication between Georgie and I. It started with stamping feet and whiny noises. Hm. Then there was the time he thought it would be funny to spit in my face. There are the sudden bursts of energy that end with a jump into a knee-high deep puddle while we are walking side by side and climbs on the kitchen counters, oblivious to the glass bottle of olive oil resting tensely on the edge. Also, the day he decided to leisurely stroll out a cafe where we were sitting and turn right. Out of sight. On a busy road. Oh and the peculiar requests in the middle of the night.
He shrugs his shoulders and walks off. I had just asked him where his shoes are and that’s all I get. Shoulders shrugging. It’s so weird watching Georgie act like a grown up, making grown up expressions and saying grown up things. It makes me laugh. I imagine him as a teenager and even though that comes with a pang of anxiety, it makes me so excited about watching him form a character all his own. My favourite part of the day is when I put him in the bathtub and let him play. He talks to himself. Questions and answers flow and he even changes the tone of his voice according to the dinosaur he has in hand. It might sound like the silliest thing but it is what makes me happy. Georgie, my darling, YOU make me so happy.
[vimeo clip_id= http://www.vimeo.com/54714421 w=500&h=281] We dance around to music and even though papa’s phone really isn’t the best camera, we managed to capture Georgie in all his glory.
Notes: I’ve just gotten into Vimeo, an awesome platform for making little videos, so bare with me. I hope to get better within the next ten years.