The Da-Da Day

Day 283:

Time really does fly, Conor.  In this case I really can't believe you're at the point where you're in fact, attempting to speak...  Seems like yesterday we were leaving the NICU with you and now, Da-Da...

Interestingly enough while at your 9 month appointment yesterday, your regular pediatrician, Dr. Banta, asked if you were saying all the "Da-Da's and Dur-Dur's"...  Of course we knew you'd one day be talking but who would ever know when, right?  And so today, like on queue, the "Da-Da's" started. Not only that, but it wasn't just babble speak and we figured this out by way of experimentation.  Turns out, when I'm in the room the babble would stop, but when I left the room, the Da-Da's rained!  It was SO fun, Conor.  And while to the chagrin of your Mother in that you're not saying "Ma-Ma", it was still a moment worthy of melting my heart into an absolute puddle.

Throughout the day the Da-Da's came and each and every time my heart would flutter.  And while I realize that one day your talking may be more than I can bear (and I say that playfully), I just can't wait to hear so much of what you'll have to say, Boy'O.

Otherwise the day would see us packing up the truck and heading to the Landers to pick crabs with your Aunt Jen, Uncle Paul, Uncle Rob, Aunt Jessica, Nathan, Andrew, and their family and friends too...  It was a sublime night in so far as the weather... Warm enough to go barefoot, cool enough to throw on jeans and a long sleeve.  Uncle Paul started a nice outdoor fire, tossed out a couple of cigars for the boys, and your Mom and the gals had their own time.  And all while you were dreaming of all the wonderful things you'll one day say.

I love you, Son.
-Da-Da