He's been babbling "mamamamama" and "dadadadada" for quite some time now, but he's not really said either one intentionally.
I was at a women's bible study last week, and I went to pick Graham up from the nursery. He had been fussy, but as I walked toward him, he stopped fussing and said "mama."
I began to tear up on the spot. It was so incredible and sweet to hear my little man recognize me and gain comfort from having me in the room.
I look forward to Graham's first utterance of "dada," because I can't wait for Matt to experience the same feeling. It's pure joy.
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