Monday, 10 November 2014

Emergency in the lounge!

Well. It's been a while since I last posted. Life has been fairly chaotic with K changing jobs, me travelling a lot, E starting nursery and C continuing to suck in knowledge at a rate of knots.

Happily E has now begun to speak in sentences and, just like his brother, he comes out with things that I couldn't dream up.

I was in the kitchen the other day. He came running in shouting "Emergency, emergency, help, help!". He then grabbed my hand and said "Come on Mummy, emergency in lounge". I ran into the lounge with him where he proceded to hand me the remote control and say "Peppa Pig on tele please". It seems his opinion of what constitutes an emergency is a little bit different to mine.

He's a good ice-breaker though. Like most children with Williams Syndrome he has no concept of social cues. K and I were "exchanging words" the other day (us? never!) when E came running up, stood in the middle of us and shouted "Surprise!! I'm dancing!!" and then waggled his little bum around for a bit.:-)

Other recent conversatins between me and boys include:

"Please don't tip milk all over the stairs.. oh great. Nooo - now you've done it don't try and lick it up!"
"No, Zombies aren't real. No, really, they're not. No, they're... okay sure. They're real and you kill them with fire & arrows."
"Yes, I guess you're right. If a sabre tooth tiger, a bunch of fairies and a pack of preditor dogs got into a fight it might well be too close to call a winner"
"No, your best friend at school has not swum with Jaws"

So with all the big changes out of the way we're hopefully now settling down into a routine which means I'll be able to post a bit more regularly.