Mothballing

Kevin’s threatening to mothball the blog, though I’m not quite sure what that means. I think he has, finally, after seven years, lost interest in blogging. Does that mean he’s said everything?

Anyway, the thought of that made me sad, so I’m making a concerted effort to write things, and thereby convince him that it’s a good thing.

In recent times, we have been on holiday to the Isle of Wight (yes, it’s true, we always go on holiday to the Isle of Wight), with my mother and my aunty, and got very lightly sunburnt in the process – which isn’t bad, in April.

HiddenHenry is occasionally astonishing, particularly with reference to his understanding of shape and form. I forgot to blog, a while ago, about his two-years-early drawing of circles, and about a month ago, he distinctly drew a circle, with three small circles inside it, before pointing to the bottom one and saying “mouth”. At 20 months. Frankly, that takes me beyond Proud Mother Boasting of His Advanced Development, into That’s Just Scary. Similarly, while we were away, we went into the gift shop at the Ventnor Botanic Gardens, part of the decor of which included a trellis-type design, which made green diamond shapes against a panel. It sounds odd, but it looked fine. Anyway, H pointed at the diamonds, and started singing Twinkle Twinkle. I remember being astonished at Daisy’s recognition of a triangle at a fairly early stage (in the face of her dogged refusal to get colours at all), but not this early. 21 months?! He scares me…