We meant to clean today. Instead we went to Target, then came home where Grandmom met us to drop some things off and spend a little time with you. Aunt Beth came over and played with you too. She put on your shoes which made you stand a lot better, but also made you really dislike trying to walk around.
You are doing this hilarious thing with your "talking." You look at me and say "dada?" and I say "no sweetie, I'm your Mama... Mama" "dadadadadada?" "No, Mama!" "da?" "Ma" *giggle* "dadadadadadada?" I kinda wonder if you're going to end up calling me dada. My son...fighting the gender binary at such a young age...
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