I got to be around three different kids last weekend, theyre all cute. J's eight-month old I only saw for the second time, and what a darling! Not shy at all, open and curious about this new person in the room, she was immediately clawing at my face. So I started making bllubllubllu sounds every time she touched my mouth, that made her laugh and try again every time. It was also funny when I woke up, cause the little girl had of course long woken up before, so her mum had transferred her from her bedroom to her playpen in the living-room - right next to my mattress. So I opened my eyes to see her looking at me, her reaching her little arms out through the bars to touch this weird other-not-mum person in the room ;-)
Meanwhile, my sis says that my nephew really made some huge jump in his development when they were here in Budapest - so many new experiences and surroundings and things apparently really triggered him to pick up all kinds of new skills. He's much more communicative now too, not just running off this way and that in boundless energy but telling whole stories in his as-of-yet-hard-to-decipher brabble, about how in the playground, no mummie no daddy just auto (thats me) and there was this kid and ...
He also pulls me up to the couch, tells me to sit next to him and then conspiratively, gleefully looks aside at me: look at us sitting her side by side! Then starts pushing me so I'll start pushing him back ... jostling.
Funny too when you mention Budapest/holidays to him, he starts beaming and then starts babbling in
real incomprehensible language - I was listening and it really wasnt his usual almost-Dutch, but a deliberate eastern-sounding nonsense-lingo - he was conveying how all those strange Hungarian kids had talked mumbo-jumbo to him!
I really liked observing him when his granpa came round to him, too. Cause my sis always tells me he really looks forward to seeing me, but I thought she was kindly exaggerating, for when I open the door he just kinda looks confused/nonplussed, like he doesnt properly know who I am for a first minute. But now I saw how when the doorbell rang, he jumped up from the couch, yelled "apa!!" (granpa) and gleefully and enthusiastically ran to the door - yaay! But when granpa then opened the door, he looked confused/nonplussed, like he didnt properly know who he was for a minute. So thats what happens! Cool