Stella's first word. "Bubba". Said in reference to both of her doting brothers. It happened about a week ago but I was saving it for today's topic. She says it all the time now. In happiness. In excitement. In frustration. She says it. She laughs it. She screams it. And they couldn't be happier that they have the honor of being her first word.
Braeden's was "Momma" and Jackson's was "Hi". Amy had been working with Stella to get her to say "Dada" but she had long since mastered the sound for the letter "B" so the odds were not in my favor. Oh well. She'll say it eventually. Amy swears she says "Dada" all the time, but I have yet to hear it. I did, however, hear a "Momma" this afternoon and apparently she's said it before, several times.
So, now she's mobile. Crawling all over the house, climbing the stairs, and is also working on walking as she cruises along the couch and coffee table. Throw in the new found ability to make words and we're rapidly approaching toddlerhood. Where has the last nearly 10 months gone? Crazy!
My baby. Speaking. Crazy.
All is well, 2/26 down, in Drosche Land.