Time: 10:47 PM, the other night.
Place: Our bedroom.
Jack-Evan, who is now a hearty 6 months old, is lying between his father and I, enjoying some cuddling & play time before lights out.
As I’m finishing up the story book I’m reading, he turns his little head towards me and says MumMum – then immediately turns his head the other way towards Kevin and says, just as clearly, DaDa.
It wasn’t the first time he had uttered those syllables, but it was the first time he had used them together, with both in context.
So now I take this proud mommy moment to gloat.
