DaDa

Yes, My sons word last night was dada!

Finally I am the one who has been acknowledged first. I am the one he called out to, like I was what he thought of and nothing else. No, it was not moma or papa or nana. It was my name you heard in our house. Like sweet angels singing out, he did this over and over again. I then picked him up like a person would pick up a trophy they had just won. My son then proceeded to say dada again and as he did he patted my back as to say to me "yes you I have called first and here I pat you to acknowledge that it is indeed you that I am talking about". So you see I have that dominance in the house at that one moment and yes it felt great!!!!





Now, for how it really was. We sat for diner like normal and as my son sat there he just decided to look at me and blurt it out "DADA". He would then turn his head and laugh then a moment later he would do the same thing, as if to tease me in what he could do. Needless to say I could not stop grinning, like I was stuck in this constant grinning state. I did pick him up after he finished eating and he continued as he patted my back. He called me on and off like that until he went to sleep that night. So you think I was a proud "Dada"? Now today it is like it never happened. I say to him "say dada" and he just looks at me and smiles. As if to say you got enough last night so just leave it at that. Well I guess that is how it is for a parent, on cloud nine one day (or night to be specific) and the next back to the norm.