Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Dear Lola,

You are fifteen months old... or should I say young?!

I’m not quite sure why this particular number of months has bowled me over more than say 10 months or 14. But it just has.

Perhaps it’s because you are talking so much more.

You are just like a little parrot.

You love repeating words we say, and then you go on your merry way and use them throughout the day as you see fit, and this makes me giggle and smile ALOT.

So here we have it babe of mine, for the record - your words thus far – (sorry if I forget any...)

 Mama, Papa, Oma, Omi, Opi, pup, car, come, up, more , apple, pop, cup, ball, rock, cow, Sian, meow, ta (thanks), tata (bye), Jum (uncle james), Ukey (uncle luke), Gummy (grandpa), Ules (auntie jules), nana (banana), maa (sheep), mmm (milk), hop hop (rabbit)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Plus three of your more unusual words 

Treasure, bubbles and crocodile – yes you heard it – you can say crocodile.. it must have been from all that time we spent in Darwin! 

Bubbles is your all time favourite at the moment. 
Oh boy do you love bubbles....

Your mama 


  1. Hamish loves bubbles too Lola!

  2. Oh I wish we lived closer... we could have a bubble play date! Kisses for Hamish xx