Words

Peter changed Andy's diaper after lunch today (3rd poopy one of the day so far), and then he went downstairs to leave for work while we stayed upstairs. I sat at the top of the stairs behind the gate with Andy on my lap repeatedly saying goodbye in different ways, making sure to say the word Daddy each time. It's a word that Andy has sort of said in the past, so I try to encourage it. And then he said it, perfectly clear for the first time. Da-dy. It was amazing and wonderful and I loved it. Peter heard too, I was so happy about that. While Andy is normal and healthy, he's been on the later side of talking (and everything else), so this was quite exciting.

This evening at dinner, Peter finished early and went to finish mowing the lawn for the last time this year. Andy could see him doing it through the windows, and he kept saying "Mom mom mom." He knows I'm the mommy, but he didn't want to make eye contact while saying it. And he was really separating the words, it wasn't "mamamamamamma" like he's done. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. I could hear him saying it for years to come in that beautiful sweet little voice, and I actually started to cry. I guess this made him uncomfortable though, as he changed to G's and started the "Got ga ga got" words instead.

Have I mentioned I love him? I just can't contain it, I want to scream it every chance I get. I want to talk about him all the time. Because he is perfect and the best baby ever. Today is his 19 month birthday. Happy birthday to the most handsome and sweet person to ever exist!