Baby Talk
We have entire conversations in our house by blowing raspberries to each other. It started out just being Adelaide and me but then I cought myself communicating to The Husband by pressing my lips together and exhaling.
I thought I was the only one suffering from babytalkitis until I overheard The Husband in the kitchen, by himself, narrating his actions and saying each sentence twice. Was he repeating himself? Oh yes he was. Daddy was repeating himself! Silly Daddy.
Errr. Where was I?
I thought I was the only one suffering from babytalkitis until I overheard The Husband in the kitchen, by himself, narrating his actions and saying each sentence twice. Was he repeating himself? Oh yes he was. Daddy was repeating himself! Silly Daddy.
Errr. Where was I?
2 Comments:
ah! when did the raspberries start? isabella's not doing them yet! i can't wait.
Ther is nothing sweeter than a daddy and his daughter. Doesn't it just make you fall in love with him all over again?
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