Quirky habit: constant movement of the mouth. Mostly he talks all the time. When he doesn’t, his mouth makes noises. Humming, random words, random pieces of random words, or just sounds. He can be playing on his own, or putting on his shoes, or eating fish fingers – he makes sound all the time. We sometimes have to tell him to stop humming while chewing, so that the rest of us can talk.
Eric tells me that he was the same as a kid, even when he was quite a bit older than Adrian is now.

Random fact: it seems he has outgrown his milk protein allergy and can now eat dairy products.
He refuses to try any outright dairy products such as cheese or cow’s milk butter, mostly because he generally refuses to try any new food. But since he has no such reservations about desserts, we tested it by making pancakes with cow’s milk one day, without telling him, and couldn’t notice any effects afterwards. Since then I’ve been letting him eat dairy when he doesn’t notice it (pasta with a creamy chicken sauce and parmesan!) and in desserts, pancakes, even dairy ice cream – and it seems to work just fine.

Favourite thing above all: Lego. Nothing compares to Lego. The one thing he simply must pack for our Estonia trip: Lego. The one thing he wants to buy at the toy store: Lego.
Favourite Legos: Lego Creator kits, that let you build three different things from the same set of bricks. Also, Lego Ninjago.
I’ve stopped looking at the suggested age range when we buy Legos. As long as the kit is small enough, he can build them all without difficulty. The only thing he needs help with is putting the tiny stickers on straight.

Favourite movie: Minions! And now he points out all the minion-themed stuff that is everywhere. Which is a lot.

Favourite conversation starter: tänk om, “what if”. His what-ifs are usually not particularly fanciful or bizarre, just very random. What if this table wasn’t here. What if we bought ALL these books. What if it started raining right now.

Favourite topic of discussion: ages. How old am I? How old is aunt Rahel? Am I older or younger than Rahel’s teenage son?
He cannot yet see any logic in ages, it seems to me. You’d think that it would be obvious that “I am a mom, aunt Rahel is a mom, aunt Rahel’s son is a big kid, moms are older than kids… hence I am older than her son” but not for Adrian.

Favourite item of clothing: still pyjamas. He wears pyjamas all the time around the house, and often when we go out as well. I still sometimes feel a need to conform somewhat to social expectations about clothing, so to satisfy both our needs, I’ve started buying pyjamas that look neutral and non-pyjamassy. (As an exercise, you could try and guess which of the t-shirts he is wearing in these photos are actually pyjama tops.)