This morning my wife was carrying the little guy down the hall, away from me who was sitting on the bed in the bedroom.  He looked back to me, pointed his little hand at me and said “Daddy.”  Seriously!  Not “dadaddadadaa” – “daddy” and only that.  So, I said, “yes, that’s me!  And your name is little guy!”  Followed by, “did you hear that?!  He said daddy!”

He first said momma about 6 ago now, so I guess it is about time he said daddy – especially since we spend all day together.  But it’s not like I am sitting there pointing to myself saying “daddy,” you know?  It’s a really cool thing to have your son reach out to you and call for you for the first time.  It’s hard to put into words, but it’s special.

Now it will be interesting to see what words come next.  If I wasn’t worried about it before, now would be a good time to really focus on not letting any curse words slip by 😉