Da-Da

Nick's been practicing the 'da' syllable off and on for a few weeks. In the last few days, he's said, "A-da," a lot. Today we really had him practicing and he repeated after us, "Da. Da. A-da." He leaned against Erik's shins and said, "Da, da, da, da, da." It was sweet.

Then it came! "Da-da." We were excited but it could have been a fluke, so we kept encouraging him. "A-da." Not close enough, not anymore. "Da-da." There it was again! And again, right after it, clear as a bell, "Dada."

Erik was beaming.

Meanwhile, I glanced at Xander who was, as usual, the last to leave the dinner table, and he was filching strawberries out of the serving bowl. Like mother, like son.