Nice little Chat
Anson is babbling all of the time now - to me, his daddy, to his toys, the fish, whatever and whoever will listen. Sometimes it's a squeal, other times it's a gentle coo. It is always heart meltingly sweet.
I can't wait for him to start saying mama and dada. I imagine the first time he says mama will be mid-cry. Dada will probably some one day when Mark comes home from work. I think this because when Mark walks through the door I almost always bring Anson to him saying - dada's home! Yay! He gets so excited. Him crying mama, I think that because when he wakes from his nap and starts to whine I always say mamas coming - mamas here. So those are my guesses.
Real talking seems so far off, but then again it seems he was a little newborn just yesterday - so I bet it will get here before I know it.....Then he will be off to college....oh the thought of him growing old makes me sad in a way. I love my little baby boy.
Labels: baby, baby boy, coo, cooing, dada, growing up, love, mama, talking



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