I feel I can safely declare that the words "nana" (for banana) and "Row row row" (to prompt parental warbling of Row Row Row Your Boat) have entered Humuhumu's vocabulary. At present she's obsessed with bringing us shoes. First she brings her own shoes, which she mimes putting on. Then she brings me my boots, one at a time. She tries to put these on too, but gives up pretty quickly. Finally, Daddy has his shoes delivered by baby courier.

Wearing Daddy's shoes.

Walking in Daddy's shoes is not the easiest thing, but it is fun.

Editing Daddy's notes.

Examining Daddy's computer. (Conclusion: Too many spreadsheets, not enough Swedish Chef YouTube videos.)

"Sir, I have been through your notes and I think you will find there is a mistake in your calculation on Page 6."

Happy astronaut.

Yes, Astronaut is very pleased indeed to be awake.

"Whatcha got there, small human? Is it food? Is it? Share?"
(Sadly for him, it isn't. But it is one of Humuhumu's obsessions. It's this little hexagonal bamboo box with a fitted lid. Inside it are eight identical gold-coloured butterfly bookmarks. She gets endless pleasure out of removing the bookmarks, placing them around the room (or in our hands) and then collecting them up and putting them back in. The box lives on my dressing table and she makes a beeline for it when she comes into our room.)
Granny and Granddad wrote her a special song, set to the tune of Wonky Donkey (hilarious claymation-style YouTube video). The lyrics are reproduced beneath the cut.
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
She had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a happy clappy Popple.
Happy clappy Popple.
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
She was dancing to "Wind the bobbin up", had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
Dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
Her nappy needed changing and she was not happy, was winding the bobbin up, had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a leaky, squeeky, dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
Leaky, squeeky, dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
She had just been served an ASBO at the nursery, her nappy needed changing, was winding the bobbin up, had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a mighty, bitey, leaky, squeeky dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
Mighty, bitey, leaky, squeaky dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
She was wearing a new dress her mummy had bought in the US, had just been served an ASBO, her nappy needed changing, was winding the bobbin up, had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a flirty, skirty, mighty, bitey, leaky, squeaky, dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
Flirty, skirty, mighty, bitey, leaky, squeaky, dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehawwwww.
I'm told there are three new verses, but we have yet to be sent them.
Wearing Daddy's shoes.
Walking in Daddy's shoes is not the easiest thing, but it is fun.
Editing Daddy's notes.
Examining Daddy's computer. (Conclusion: Too many spreadsheets, not enough Swedish Chef YouTube videos.)
"Sir, I have been through your notes and I think you will find there is a mistake in your calculation on Page 6."
Happy astronaut.
Yes, Astronaut is very pleased indeed to be awake.
"Whatcha got there, small human? Is it food? Is it? Share?"
(Sadly for him, it isn't. But it is one of Humuhumu's obsessions. It's this little hexagonal bamboo box with a fitted lid. Inside it are eight identical gold-coloured butterfly bookmarks. She gets endless pleasure out of removing the bookmarks, placing them around the room (or in our hands) and then collecting them up and putting them back in. The box lives on my dressing table and she makes a beeline for it when she comes into our room.)
Granny and Granddad wrote her a special song, set to the tune of Wonky Donkey (hilarious claymation-style YouTube video). The lyrics are reproduced beneath the cut.
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
She had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a happy clappy Popple.
Happy clappy Popple.
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
She was dancing to "Wind the bobbin up", had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
Dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
Her nappy needed changing and she was not happy, was winding the bobbin up, had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a leaky, squeeky, dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
Leaky, squeeky, dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
She had just been served an ASBO at the nursery, her nappy needed changing, was winding the bobbin up, had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a mighty, bitey, leaky, squeeky dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
Mighty, bitey, leaky, squeaky dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehaw.
She was wearing a new dress her mummy had bought in the US, had just been served an ASBO, her nappy needed changing, was winding the bobbin up, had just put blocks in the shape sorter and was no ways modest
She was a flirty, skirty, mighty, bitey, leaky, squeaky, dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
Flirty, skirty, mighty, bitey, leaky, squeaky, dancy, prancy, happy clappy Popple
I was walkin' down the road and I saw a Popple, yeehawwwww.
I'm told there are three new verses, but we have yet to be sent them.
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AND THE LOOK ON TELSTAR'S FACE
AAAAAAAAAA
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DEAD OF CUTE HER FACE
[also, N is obsessed with "dhoo" (shoes) at the moment]
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Ah, he says "dhoo", how lovely! Humuhumu's version is "duh" (very sharp glottal stop at the end).
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