It's been a spectacular start to the new year. My dad and stepmom just left after a five day visit for our whirlwind weekend celebration of Aiden's baptism, Dylan's ordination, and Lyndsay and Dylan's first temple trip to do baptisms. I'm a proud mama. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better.....
...Conor, age almost 17 months, toddled into the dining room while I was on the phone finally saying "Ma-Ma-Ma"!!!! I almost dropped the phone. My baby has been wordless so far, except for "da-da" and "uh-uh-uh". He knows just what he wants. He has a whole collection of signs he uses proficiently. He loves language. He just refuses to use it. But today he said "Ma-Ma"! Finally I get some recognition!
I jumped up and down and grabbed him up and kissed his face and said, "Say it again! Ma-Ma!" He did the sign, and gave me a kiss. Oh well.
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Woo hoo for Conor. And you have every right to be proud. Those are all significant events for your kids. Good job Mom!
awwwwwwwwww that is wonderful. I can just imagine the rush of love you had.
How lovely! Both that you're back blogging and that Conor blessed you with such a sweet sound!
hey.. I am back.. I haven't posted a new blog for a couple weeks but I am back in action.. should have one up soon.. stay tuned!
Congrats on all the life events in your children's lives.. that is fabulous! You are a great mom!
Congrats to everybody!
Love,
Mom
Well, no wonder you haven't been around. I need details on all those events you blithely summarized....
Sounds suspiciously like my youngest, who was fully capable of walking for months but refused to do it until she was good and ready--at 17 1/2 months. I was desperate, she was stubborn.
Sweet moment I'm sure you'll never forget.
My 3rd took a bit before he was saying anything. He would sign some, make his own words for things by the sound that they made (ie zhroom, zhroom for car) pick other words to only say in Spanish. He is now saying much more. It is so nice to hear!
I love hearing "mama" for the first time. It's a precious gift.
It was my daughter's fifth word. She even learned "birdie" first. That's so not fair.
The boys each said it sooner, but it's never been first yet.
That's just not fair.
Ah, the sweet moments of childhood one never forgets.
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