We received a wonderful anniversary gift from our wee baby today. He said his first words!
He was rolling around on the floor and got wedged in the couch (sidenote: these are the perils of having a living room about as wide as a bowling lane – the children get stuck easily). He promptly started to yell “Mumma! Mumma! Mumma!”
And then when he saw Brian instead, his face lit up and he roared “Dada! Dada! Dada!”
So Brian pulled him out of the couch. It was the least he could do.
Now that he has figured out that saying “Mumma!” makes me happy, he’s been crowing it all day long. We went to meet Brian for lunch (happy anniversary to us!) and the entire 25 minute drive was him hollering “Mummamummamummamummamummamumma!”




























