Nice

Lincoln has just started saying "nice". So far only in the context of an apricot ("acot"). I'm pretty sure he learnt this word from Nana S.
Tonight he ate a mammoth dinner. Had you asked me when we got home (after an hour of inconsolable crying and requests for cuddles and stories... but only the exact right stories), I would have guessed that dinner would be a battle and he would end up eating plain bread. I was very wrong. He had a huge helping of meat and vege, then fruit and yoghurt, then some raisins and crackers he spotted on the bench and demanded, then two apricots. He asked for a banana after that but I talked him down. I don't think he could have had any space left!