This morning, just like every morning, Travis got ready for work and then made the rounds kissing his girls goodbye. He went into Josie's room and did his standard banter with her, kissed her goodbye, and walked away when suddenly, a voice echoed from the crib and stopped him in his tracks...
You should've seen the look on his face. He turned around and went back over to the crib and she said it again!
Talk about being on Cloud 9. I'm surprised he was able to tear himself away and leave for work.
My mom warned me this may happen. "Babies can make the 'D' sound sooner than they can make the 'M' sound..." she said. But something tells me even if she could make the "M" sound, this morning would have transpired the same nonetheless. Because there's something about a little girl and her "Da Da".
Josie proudly posed next to a poster-sized photo of her "Da Da" as a high school basketball star. He always likes to point out that he had plenty of hair - until he met me.