Da Da Da

Taylor was out of town for two and a half days. Because I have a hearing loss and also sleep like the dead, I worried I might not hear David if he cried at night. So I went to bed those three nights with David's crib in our room, the monitor on and under my pillow, and one hearing aid still in.

Saturday/Sunday night, David awoke about 1:30 am and wouldn't quickly fall back asleep, so I put him into bed with me. He lay there and talked for at least 15 minutes before falling asleep. And what should he choose to say, on this weekend when I'm the only one taking care of him, and it's the middle of the night? "Da da da da da da da da." No! "Ma ma ma ma ma...," I've tried repeating. It hasn't worked. His first clear consonant construction is Dada. I guess we've got a daddy's boy on our hands!

Yesterday Taylor took a video of David "talking" and rolling (his other big feat is to roll quite a great distance across the rug). If we figure out how to cut it down to a short clip, we'll try to post it.