dadaddadada… “That was Daddy! It was!”

I’m claiming Daisy’s first words; she’s being babbling for a while now, and can do a particularly good gargle type growl, that neither of us can manage. Yesterday at the dinner table, daisy was in a particularly playful mood, and appeared to be repeating my random aaahhhhaaa noises, so I moved on as I usually do, Daddy, Daisy, Daddy Daisy (with accompanied pointing, you never know she might get it), and I definitely got a daddy type nose!

Now I know, this doesn’t mean anything (not to daisy anyway), but I still put a huge smile on my face, she then went on to repeat the sound a couple of times through out the night.

The only real dent in my pride came a bath time when she quite constantly kept calling Ruth’s watch daddy.