Chatty baby
Today in the grocery store, a lady came up to Miles and me and said, “Is that your baby talking? He’s saying daddy clear as day.”
I don’t know if I’d call it “clear as day,” but he was definitely making daddy-like vocalizations. I also say daddy a lot at the grocery store, as in, “Let’s get some of that cereal Daddy likes,” or “Even though I think it’s vile, your Daddy drinks chai, so let’s get him some.”
Lest I appear jealous, I can assure you that Miles has also been known to yell “Ma” (as in, short for mama) on occasion when he sees me.
Ava went through a phase early on in which she called each of us by our first names. It was weird. Like we were visiting her at her first job, or something.
Ma is also “what” in Hebrew. And Oliver was saying “Da” a lot when he was a baby, but in circumstances that made it seem like he was speaking Russian. Wouldn’t it be freaky if babies had this whole super-developed ESP-like, advanced consciousness thing going on, that they proceeded to forget by the time they were one year old? I see a short story there.
I have had a longstanding aversion to chai, but I just discovered it tastes pretty good with eggnog. This leads me to believe it may also be OK with copious amounts of rum, but I haven’t gone there, yet.