Adorableness
Nearly nine-month-old babies babbled. A lot. But Nathaniel's babblings were beginning to sound more and more like words. Instead of "Uh uh uh" and "ummaummaumma" and gurgles, he had started a litany of "mu mu mu mu" that when put together sound suspiciously like "mum" which amused his mother to no end.
But it was the other babble. The other "first word" kind of babble that was really making her sit up and listen. "Da da da" of course, but only when Henry was in the room.
It was exceptionally fun to listen to him go from "mu mu mu" to "da da da", especially when she was doing something like cooking dinner, like now, and she wasn't paying attention. Because he was like her little alarm.
"Mu mu mu mu mu," he said.
"Yes, Mum is cooking," she said back. She liked talking to him, especially when she couldn't hold him. Safety first in the kitchen. She had her back turned to him, stirring the pot of pasta when his words changed, and he shrieked happily.
"Da DA DA DA," he crowed.
But it was the other babble. The other "first word" kind of babble that was really making her sit up and listen. "Da da da" of course, but only when Henry was in the room.
It was exceptionally fun to listen to him go from "mu mu mu" to "da da da", especially when she was doing something like cooking dinner, like now, and she wasn't paying attention. Because he was like her little alarm.
"Mu mu mu mu mu," he said.
"Yes, Mum is cooking," she said back. She liked talking to him, especially when she couldn't hold him. Safety first in the kitchen. She had her back turned to him, stirring the pot of pasta when his words changed, and he shrieked happily.
"Da DA DA DA," he crowed.