Where did my baby go?
|Snack time at the park in his new shoes|
|Cowboy boots and Camo- Grandpa Jet would be proud|
|"mama, I wasn done talkin to you! Come back here!"|
|"ditch the book dad, how bout we wrestle?"|
I've started calling him "bubba" and have noticed that he copies the syllables. He does this with a lot of words. He doesn't say the word, per say, but he does make his own sounds with the matching amount of syllables. "Dada" is still his favorite word, although "dude" is right behind. "Mama" has gotten some play as well as "zuhjuh" which sounds a lot like he's trying to say "Zaijian", or goodbye, in mandarin.
|Look at all dem teeth! And that smile. Happy boy.|
I love his chatter. It never gets old.
Sometimes he even talks himself to sleep...and when he sleeps, I am reminded that he is in fact, still my baby.
|What was a napless day, turned out otherwise. Thank Goodness.|