A hundred
I'm sitting here at my PC doing various odds and ends, waiting for Imogen to go to sleep in the room next door, but all she's doing is talking and singing to herself as is so often the case, when suddenly I hear a pattern emerging...
38, 39, pause, 40, 41, 42... 49, pause, 50, 51,...
This continues perfectly up to 88, 89, another pause, 90, 91 and so on until eventually 98, 99 and a really big pause then 100!!!!
As far as I know, it's the first time she's counted to a hundred all by herself (she's three years and two months old - I don't know how that compares!). She's been able to count to about fifty-ish for ages and ages (I can't remember how long, but some time when she was two I think), and we've counted to 100 together a couple of times, most recently on Saturday evening when she got stuck at each something-nine, restarting at the beginning of that ten again, so 58, 59, 50 etc., but I'm most impressed that she's done it on her own now.
As an aside, the reason we were counting to 100 on Saturday evening was to entertain her (she's easily pleased!) on the way back from Addenbrooke's hospital, where we'd been for several hours with James. He'd developed a fever earlier in the day and was constantly crying for hours, so Sharon eventually had to take him to A&E where they ran loads of blood and other tests before eventually diagnosing an ear infection and giving antibiotics plus ibuprofen and paracetamol. He's a lot better now (Thursday), though still not a hundred percent (there's that number again!), but hopefully will be his rightful self again soon.
He's so mobile now it's unbelievable, crawling everywhere, pushing himself along on his ride-along car and generally pulling up everywhere he can. The illness knocked him back for a few days, but he's making great progress again now.
The worst thing about Saturday was that I wasn't around, since I was in Oxford for the day at a Keble thing, but luckily Sharon's parents were here for the weekend so they helped with it all until I was able to drive back and meet them at Addenbrooke's.
Right, Imogen's asleep now, so I can go downstairs and get on with other things!
38, 39, pause, 40, 41, 42... 49, pause, 50, 51,...
This continues perfectly up to 88, 89, another pause, 90, 91 and so on until eventually 98, 99 and a really big pause then 100!!!!
As far as I know, it's the first time she's counted to a hundred all by herself (she's three years and two months old - I don't know how that compares!). She's been able to count to about fifty-ish for ages and ages (I can't remember how long, but some time when she was two I think), and we've counted to 100 together a couple of times, most recently on Saturday evening when she got stuck at each something-nine, restarting at the beginning of that ten again, so 58, 59, 50 etc., but I'm most impressed that she's done it on her own now.
As an aside, the reason we were counting to 100 on Saturday evening was to entertain her (she's easily pleased!) on the way back from Addenbrooke's hospital, where we'd been for several hours with James. He'd developed a fever earlier in the day and was constantly crying for hours, so Sharon eventually had to take him to A&E where they ran loads of blood and other tests before eventually diagnosing an ear infection and giving antibiotics plus ibuprofen and paracetamol. He's a lot better now (Thursday), though still not a hundred percent (there's that number again!), but hopefully will be his rightful self again soon.
He's so mobile now it's unbelievable, crawling everywhere, pushing himself along on his ride-along car and generally pulling up everywhere he can. The illness knocked him back for a few days, but he's making great progress again now.
The worst thing about Saturday was that I wasn't around, since I was in Oxford for the day at a Keble thing, but luckily Sharon's parents were here for the weekend so they helped with it all until I was able to drive back and meet them at Addenbrooke's.
Right, Imogen's asleep now, so I can go downstairs and get on with other things!