The boys went for their developmental check the other day. In the main, they did us proud. It’s never nice to be poked and prodded that way but they stood still while the doctor measured their height and although Fat Chops moaned a little bit, Monkey Boy was stoic and didn’t as much as whimper. He did however; glare suspiciously at the doctor for the duration.
There passed all the tests with flying colours but even after over two years, there is little to separate them. They are both exactly the same weight [13kg] but Monkey Boy is 88.5cm tall while Fat Chops is a mere 88.2cm. That should help people tell them apart in future, Monkey Boy is the tall one!!!!
Anyway, regardless of what the Doctor said, the real development milestone was hit last week. I was feeding Fat Chops when he let a little fart. I was trying to distract him while I shovelled food into his mouth so I went for the theatrical “Oh my goodness!! You let a rudie!!!” and laughed a little bit. FC was impressed that he had solicited such a reaction so he pushed another one out. Firstly, I’m slightly juvenile. Secondly, farts and people falling over are always funny. Thirdly, he gave me a really earnest look seeking my approval so I had cracked up laughing. He giggled too and I shoved another spoonful into his mouth. Obviously with toddlers, if something is funny once, it will be funny the next thirty four times. They can squeeze every drop out of anything that amuses them. Speaking of squeezing every drop, he clenched and pushed out a little more gas, then again, and again, and again! He milked it until the well ran dry and he was left straining, grunting and a little red faced. I was also red faced and had tears running down my face.
You can say what you like about his vocabulary and physical attributes but to me the important part is that laughing at farts brings him closer to being a man.
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