Monday, 3rd November 2014
Feeding Gio is often such a battle. He whines, turns his head away, refuses to open his mouth, pushes away the hand trying to feed him, then he usually eventually opens his mouth. The nanny repeatedly claims that this happens more (only?) when my wife is around. She says that during the day, he feeds so well that Huwezi jua iko mtoto kwa hii nyumba (You wouldn’t know there is a child in this house).
My wife prepared the ground for Gio to feed himself, hoping for better results, but she ended up mostly feeding him.
Tuesday, 4th November
Gio has started counting. He counts Two, without bothering to count One.
A number of times it is me who dresses him up for bed.
Here he is with his much loved teddy bear. He normally reaches out for it and makes a sound for assistance if he is unable to reach it, and many times his face lights up when he gets it. My wife bought it for 30/- (about US$ 0.33). She says if she had known how much Gio would like it, she would have picked a better-looking one.
Friday, 7th November
Saturday, 8th November
We went for breakfast. We gave Gio some egg, he pushed it out of his mouth. We gave him some potatoes, he pushed it out of his mouth, We gave him some bacon, that he ate. We gave him some bread, and that he ate too.
Sunday, 9th November
When we reached Church, Gio was asleep. So I stayed with im in the car as my wife went in for the service. He woke up after sleeping for about 45 minutes. I changed his clothes (he had been sweating) and we went in to the church building as well. I took him to the nursery and put him down, but he turned to me whining, so I picked him up. Whenever I put him down, he complained again, so I carried him. Naturally I found this unusual. I even felt his head to see if his temperature was high, but he was fine.
After the service, my wife was standing talking to a friend of ours, while Gio, another friend and I stood in the shade a few metres away from them.
“Kay,” I called my wife.
“Kay,” Gio repeated.
Gio followed me into our bedroom. Usually when he gets into our bedroom, he looks around for something to pick, or he goes to my computer keyboard and starts pressing keys. Or both. This time he picked a Bluetooth adapter that looks like a flash disk, and took off with it (as he usually does), like someone who has found major loot and wants to get away before it is taken away from him.
There is this video that Gio likes. He imitates a few of the actions and watches me imitating them.
When it reaches the part where it says “Hug,” he makes a sound and moves forward for a hug.