Firsts

Daerik finally said his first word. Even though I have been hesitant to accept it, I finally have to. Yesterday morning we were downstairs and heard Josh walking around getting ready for work upstairs and Daerik pointed upstairs and in a questioning voice said, "Da?" I said yes. Shortly after Josh came down the stairs. Daerik ran to the bottom and looked up at Josh and yelled, "Dada!" Don't get me wrong, I am very grateful he said his first word, but I was r-e-a-l-l-y hoping it would be my name. Selfish, I know. Oh well. What else would you expect if he is with me all day every day? All kidding aside, we are very happy he is finally saying things, well, one thing we can understand. Most of the time it is just good guessing. We look forward to when he says more, especially Momma!



This is how I look sometimes when he is clearly saying something intelligent in his mind but I have no idea what it means. He has the face down great. You can see the remnant of his first black eye from his run in with the stroller.



Daerik loves helping me put the groceries away. Most of the time it just gets taken back out and thrown all over the floor. He is so cute.