Da, da, da, da, da

The babbling is getting strong here! He says Da, da, da, da a lot. There is no Ma, ma, ma, ma and I'm fine with that. One of my favoirte stories that my dad tells of when my sisters and I were this age is that he always encouraged us to say Ma ma because if we said Da da first, he would have to come every time we called instead of saying "the girls want you." So, in the proud footsteps of my father, I'm thouroughly encouraging Da da. There will be plenty of time for him to call me!