here comes the sun

Aiden's favourite phrase of late has been "Here comes da SUN!" thanks to the Beatles, or rather a collection of lullaby renditions of their songs.



It's like baby musak without words, but so listenable because it's so familiar, and we get to sing along a la parent karaoke.

There's a whole series of Rockabye lullaby renditions of famous/contemporary bands, and we have the Coldplay CD too.

Aiden's chatter has grown increasingly imaginative and endearing (spoken like a smitten parent). He's taken to singing/reciting nursery rhymes and exploring more pretend/role play. Conversations can be wonderfully unpredictable:

Aiden: "Bow Wow having breakfast."
(Aiden then makes smacking sounds with his lips, as though he's eating. Bow Wow is his favourite stuffed dog, by the way.)

Mae: "Mmm, breakfast. What is he having?"
Aiden: "Chicken."
Mae: "Chicken? For breakfast? Uhmmm, ok. That chicken looks tasty."
Aiden: "And owanges. And stor-bweeees. And baby corn."
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Aiden: " Smell."
(He gestures toward Mae's handphone.)

Andy: "You want to smell Mummy's phone?"
(Andy holds out my mobile. Aiden gives it a good sniff and crinkles his nose.)

Andy: "What's it smell like?"
Aiden: "Phone!"