Dada

Sophia said dada this week, although she hasn’t quite seemed to have connected it to me. That will come, and I’ve got to assume that once it does it will feel great. Still, just hearing her say dada is one of those feelings you never knew you could have and realize that it just gets better everytime. Except, of course, when she wakes up at 3a.m. and repeats dadadadadad over and over again until she falls back asleep or I muster the strength to turn off the monitor and close her door.