feeding claire

Every day I like to practice ‘talking’ with Claire. She’s staring to get the hang of it. She knows her name when I call her and loves when I say ‘No!’ She finds it hilarious and then shakes her head and laughs some more. (This may be troublesome in the future, but for now it’s just the cutest.) We practice ‘mama’ a lot – probably more than most words, what can I say? – and ‘dada’, too. If you ask her where ‘dada’ is, she looks and (kind of) points. She can find my nose and stick out her tongue if you ask. All good things…

So yesterday I was getting her dressed and I asked her, ‘Who am I?’ And she promptly replied, ‘Mama, mamamamama’. Close enough! I took the bait! So I asked again, ‘Who am I?’ Claire replied, ‘Mamamamama, mama!’ Whoo hoo! Claire is the smartest!! So, because this was becoming all about me, I asked a third time, ‘Who am I?’ And, of course, Claire replied, ‘Dada. Dada!’