Ball

The punk has begun expressing himself through the magical medium of the English language. He can now say:

• "Dad" (first word - drat!),
• "Mom" (really, it's "mamamama," and only when he's upset),
• "no" (it's more like "nononono..."; he never leaves it at one syllable), and now
• "ball," as you will see in the video below. I love how his lips curl inward to form the "L" at the end. He also says "ba-ba" for bottle and "ba" for bath.

This morning, I was reminded yet again that I am the luckiest chick in the world. I was able to snuggle in bed with the punk as he gobbled his milk and watched Sesame Street. Then we ate whole wheat toast, soft boiled eggs, blueberry yogurt and hot chocolate.

After that, we went outside for a little while for a change of scenery. The little guy held his little ball from Grandpa J the entire time.

Then came nap time. I savor the moment every time I get to hold him as he takes his bottle before bed. I snuggle him in his blanket as he holds his bottle and his eyes start to droop. Then, if I allow my eyes to close for a moment as I rock him, I'll feel a tiny plump finger go up my nose and hear a little giggle from below.