Here’s a random story that happened on Tuesday. It’s a story that has presented itself a number of times in the last say 6 or 7 months of Michael life and it always makes me laugh. Michael, who is now 14 months old, is working on eating solid food-in fact apart from some vegetables and fruit we have left; he isn’t eating any baby food. His main source of nutrient besides milk comes from Spaghetti-O’s or Annie’s Bernie-O’s as well as small amounts of what we are eating ourselves. So, on Tuesday, around 5:30 or so, Missy sat down to feed Michael some of his O’s while I double checked our finances and prepared to float a check to get a few groceries and some pizza. Well, once I was finished ordering the pizza, I began getting ready to leave and walked in to kitchen, sat down, and ran over the list with Missy one final time. While I was in there, Michael began saying, “Da-Da-Da”, which in all honesty he could be just repeating that constant-vowel pair over and over again, whereas in the past if he is trying to refer to me, he usually just says Da-Da and that’s it or occasionally he says, “Dad”. So he starts saying, Da-Da-Da” and I look at Missy-and she has this look on her face. It’s a look she has made quite a few times when Michael does something that she is either unfair or maybe annoyed that he’s doing it for different reasons. In this case, it was because I came into the room and Michael seemed to get more excited, more talkative, and was saying Da-Da—which to her reaffirms her suspicions that Michael doesn’t like her at all; something I disagree with completely. The funny part of this was her look. I asked her what was the matter or mentioned to her that she has that look and she was like, “Do you hear what he’s saying?” And of course I am trying not to laugh completely, so I deflect. “I don’t think he’s actually trying to say, ‘Da-Da’, as if he’s talking to me, I think he just trying to talk and is stuck on those sounds. She looked at me very unconvinced. She replied, “He wasn’t even making any sounds until you came in the room,” adding that he was just being a brat. There’s been many a time that he has either given me a kiss, or got all excited or especially when he was younger smiled at me when he hasn’t smiled at her (or so she says) and she gets that look. I don’t know why I laugh and unfortunately, it’s something that can’t really be described in words. It’s just one of those aspects of parenthood that you enjoy.
So much for the story, now the fun photos….
Here’s one of Michael sleeping…. Here’s one of the two of us watching TV
Here’s one of him crawling….
And here’s one of him standing….
