On Monday night, when Louisette was going to bed and we had guests, she waved goodnight – and TJ waved back. Twice. Lately he’ll vocalise displeasure with sounds before going straight to crying which is pretty awesome. I can distinguish in an instant between pleased and unhappy raspberries.
He’ll also have a full dramatic conversation by himself – happy, then becoming distressed, then resolving whatever-it-was himself and being happy again. It’s funny how different he and Louisette are already. She never ever did that.