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Ma-Ma.

Jo’s been waiting quite a while to hear that single-syllabic babble from the mouth of our littlest one. Y’see, Thalia’s been saying Da-Da for about a month now (mostly just babble, but I love every second of it) and it’s been driving her crazy that I get all the love and she’s gotten bupkis. Finally, just last week, she said it. She sat upright in our bed, looked at me, and said… ma-ma. That’s right - at me.

To be fair, we’ve both been trying to get her to say mama for the better part of two months so its not like she has suddenly mistaken the big hairy guy in the room for mommy. It was awesome just to hear her say it though, as Joanna will point out a million times over if you mention it to her.

Up next - getting her to identify us as ma-ma and da-da respectively without getting ‘em mixed up. I think we’re making headway on that front already. Thalia’s been making a habit of saying da-da when she’s alert and happy, and ma-ma when she’s tired or cranky. Sounds about right.

Six months. Thalia will be six months old next week. Where does the time go? Oh right:

• diaper changes
• feedings
• formula hunting
• doctor visits
• more feedings

Somewhere in there, we get time to just sit back and watch her grow (which she has done a lot of lately, 20 pounds!). I’m so happy to have her in my life.

Consider this my comeback post, folks. I’m going to spend some time filling you all in with a series of year-in-review posts to bring on the holidays and the new year.

Grandpa Ron couldn’t wait to hold Thalia, his first grandchild. He’s so proud!