And now we're on to words...

Yesterday Annabelle said her first word.

Drum roll please: it was "Mama." And just to be sure that everyone was clear about it, she said it over and over all day long. There was no mistake.

I was a little surprised because every single day for the past six months I've been pointing at Dave and saying, "Daddy." During the quiet moments between stacking cups and knocking them down I have chanted, "Daddy. Daddy." Our walks around the house always include a couple stops at pictures of her being held by Dave, I'd point and again recite, "Daddy."

And though I might have been surprised, it was still totally gratifying. I secretly threw a fist in the air and whispered "Yes!"