Tonight, my sweet Sloppy Joan said her second word. (All three said “Dada” first. How quickly they forget the landlord at their first apartment.) It’s one of my favorite milestones, and well worth the wait.
Once more for the folks in the cheap seats …
I love this time when the sound of them calling for you is so precious and it doesn’t make your ears bleed or your reproductive organs jump up into your throat to hide.