Things have been pretty mundane lately, so I’ve been having a difficult time coming up with stuff to write about. I guess when all else fails, I can talk about Payton. Yesterday when I came home from work, he was super excited to see me. He yelled out “Da Dee” and ran to the gate at the top of the stairs to greet me. It’s amazing how something that simple can make you feel so good inside. That was really the first time he had said daddy in context too. He usually just babbles dada a lot, so I wasn’t completely sure if he associated it with me or not.
Payton has a couple of words now, and a few signs. He’s really good about signing “eat,” “more,” “kitty,” and “milk.” The other words he has are “nana” or “danana” for banana, and thanks to my mom, he calls a clock a “tic toc,” or actually more like “tih tah.” It’s definitely fun to watch him grow and learn to do new stuff. Just in the past week or so he’s started running up to us and giving us hugs. Also, just this week, he decided that if we put food on a fork or spoon for him, he wants to hold it and feed himself. He’s always liked to feed himself, but never with utensils before. Maybe this means less mess? I can always wish.
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Actually, it means more mess, or it has for my little guy, James. Last night he ended up with applesauce all over his shirt, hair, his NECK, the wall, and the dog. I'd say the best investment for any new parent is a nice big tarp and a pressure washer.
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