"Hnnnggh!" + pointing finger = "Give me my drinking cup/nearby toy/bird outside the window!"
On another front, words are flowing liberally out his mouth. Repetitively, but still considered speech.
New words:
"Hot!"
"Don't!"
"Touch!"
(see a pattern?)
"Nose"
"Mouth"
"My milk!"
"Mammmmmma?! Mammmmmmma?!"
(said angrily when I'm not home yet...)
More often than not, the most demanding thing of all is when he gestures for Mobbes and me to get close together, with him in the middle (carried by either of us). The he will put his chubby arms around each of our shoulders and just be happy.
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Dobbes hair has a life of its own. It is a far cry from the days when he had a bald patch on the back of his head and a few comb-over like strands across his brow.
Now he has a full head of hair which I let grow long, because it suits him. Now he looks like a little Beatle.
Of course it also means that the mop of heavy fringe always gets in his eyes and during sleep he is forever scratching at his face, waking up with cuts. His fingernails grow at a vampire-like rate too.
Sue's solution is simple and cute. But it will definitely not stop strangers from remarking what a cute "girl" Dobbes is....
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