As Lisa was finishing up nursing Lorelai and Reece before bedtime tonight, I was standing in the middle of the living room, ready to take them up to bed. Lorelai turns her head, looks directly at me, and says,
"Da Da Da"
Okay, they've both been saying "Ma Ma Ma and Ba Ba Ba and Da Da Da" for quite a while now, but that was just indiscriminate babbling. This was directed talking, with intent.
Reece then looks up from his boob, and says
"Da Da Da"
Lisa and I exchange glances, and I say, "Did you see that?"
"Lorelai, can you say Da Da?" I ask.
Her mouth moves as if she is saying it, but no sound comes out. She stops briefly, and tries again. "Da Da Da"
"Yay!" said both parents in unison. Reece returns to his boob, apparently unimpressed.
I pick Lorelai up and give her a big hug. "I love you so much, little girl!" I say to her as I squeeze her tight.
And with the impecable timing that is a sure sign of a sense of humor she must have learned from me, she turns to me, and in her final words of the night, says...
"Thhhhhhhbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbtttttttttttt." Right on my cheek.
We can thank Grandpa Tony for teaching her that one.