This morning at the crack of dawn (errr 6 am) Atticus was wide awake. Greg grabbed him from the crib and set him down on the bed between us hoping he would decide an hour snooze sounded delightful.
Well, Atticus turned his head toward Greg, lifted it slightly from the bed and said very clearly and full of purpose, "Da da". He's said da-da-da and ma-ma-ma before... but never so clearly or with such purpose.
Sigh... he's talking, trying to walk, where does the time go?
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It flies!
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