9/22/12
Today is Miles' birthday. He's officially in the year club. For his birthday, he decided to be a little selfless and give me a present. In the morning, when I saw him, he looked up and said "dada." This is not too unusual, since "da" is one of the syllables he repeats over and over again - but it was pretty pointed this morning. Then, once more in the afternoon, and finally this evening, he said it again when I walked into the room, along with a pointed index finger in my direction, like: "DAD. What the hell? I've been saying my first words to you all day and you can't even give me a goddamn reaction? Jesus."
Ok, so maybe it had a bit less blasphemy, and a little more cuteness, but the sentiment was definitely there. Sorry my boy, when a moment is as big as saying MY NAME for your first word, I gotta be sure. Love you, kid.
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