After much betting between Mummzie and Dad on who's name would be first, there was a winner this week: "Dada!" That was our boy's first "word!" For the past month, Dre has been babbling both "maamaamaamaa" and "daddadada," but we say those don't count as actual words unless he says it on command or in response to one of us entering the room/appearing. And that was exactly what he did, thrice on Sunday... much to "Dada's" delight! Those two are two peas in a pod, my boys - together a lot, having their own secret language, keeping each others secrets, etc. It makes me so happy to watch them. After three years with a VERY girly Evangeline to love on delicately, Daddy is lovin' this noisy, physical, slobbery, enthusiastic relationship with his little "Dre-bomb."
Here's a picture of kinda "how they roll."
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