At the weekend Noah's little cousin Imogen came to visit which was lovely even if it was too brief. We haven't seen her (or her mummy or daddy) for ages and being nine months younger than Noah, she has just entered that stage that all babies go through, the "you're not the usual adults that hang about the place" stage. Specifically she was wary of the big, looming, beardy man claiming to be her so called "uncle James" that excitedly whisked her into his arms for a cuddle.
It wasn't long however before she was practicing her standing and clutching on to my fingers for support. It was also at this point that Noah displayed a new kind of behaviour for the first time. He became jealous. He made some sort of screechy grunting sound and ran over before interjecting himself between little Imogen and myself, waving his arms like he was warding off a tiger. Perhaps that is exactly what he was doing, maybe he was being protective, keeping me safe from this interloper. Whatever his motives, he plonked himself down on my lap and sat there, stock still, staring at the young pretender until her mother retrieved her. It was the longest time we have had him sit so still anywhere, ever.
To his credit, Noah seemed to enjoy having Imogen around as indeed he does with all other children, he was never nasty to her in any way and was happy to share his toys with her. Well sort of share. He would come and give Imogen things to play with, walk away, then think better of it and swap them for another item, walk away, come back, swap them out again, and so on. But its a good start. I think. To be honest he is a better sharer than I am and I've had years to practice!
It wasn't long however before she was practicing her standing and clutching on to my fingers for support. It was also at this point that Noah displayed a new kind of behaviour for the first time. He became jealous. He made some sort of screechy grunting sound and ran over before interjecting himself between little Imogen and myself, waving his arms like he was warding off a tiger. Perhaps that is exactly what he was doing, maybe he was being protective, keeping me safe from this interloper. Whatever his motives, he plonked himself down on my lap and sat there, stock still, staring at the young pretender until her mother retrieved her. It was the longest time we have had him sit so still anywhere, ever.
To his credit, Noah seemed to enjoy having Imogen around as indeed he does with all other children, he was never nasty to her in any way and was happy to share his toys with her. Well sort of share. He would come and give Imogen things to play with, walk away, then think better of it and swap them for another item, walk away, come back, swap them out again, and so on. But its a good start. I think. To be honest he is a better sharer than I am and I've had years to practice!
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