The waterpolo player

We have managed to make a video of our little waterpolo player the other night.
Yes we have already sorted who will do what. Benji of course will be a footballer as he is already brilliant with balls, he kicks it, forwards, backwards, runs with it, shoot a goal, lifts it...
And in 20 years of course Robin will be a strong member of the famous Hungarian waterpolo team. He already has very cute broad shoulders and just loves water. He starts kicking and splashing even on his changing mat when we start undressing him as he knows bath is coming, and in the bath he splashing around absolutely not bothered that the water is going into his face. Unlike his brother who is still until today screams his head off when we have to wash his hair, like if I was pouring acid onto him not water...

"Hide Hide"

I am planning to write is this post over a month now (or even longer) as he has a fascination about hiding away and playing hide-and-seek ever since.
He wants to hide from everything which is slightly scary: spider, cat, bear from the bearhunt tale, hoover, or Daddy's sneeze. Not because he is scared, but because he enjoys it and he is searching for reasons to play. If he doesn't find one he plays hide-and-seek with his soft toys. He assigns the walrus to count and he hides the rest, the sheep, the dragon, whichever he finds. Then he pretends he doesn't know where the rest of them when walrus "asks" him. Very funny. :-)

Or if he happened to persuade a human to play with him he tells us where to hide exactly (oh, no, you can't object) while he is counting (he counts to ten really well). Then he comes into the room and searches for us as if he didn't know where we are and if it wasn't him who told us where to hide.

Even when we play with cars he likes to involve some hiding, but of course cars can't be afraid from spider or a bear, so the cars hiding away from the rain. It is very cute as he shouts in a mixed Hunglish: "Quick, hide, jon az eso!"

Papi's juice

Benji is drinking his cranberry juice when he looks at me with a cheeky grin:

- It is like Papi's juice

I think he has seen his hungarian Grandad with a glass of red wine a bit too often...