Last night, I was giving D his bath and he saw I had a barrette in my hair. I bend my head down so he could see it and touch it. He looked at it for a while, touched it and then he touched my chin and brought my head back up so he could look at my face. And then my heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
Everyone likes D's haircut. Overnight. Not a baby.
D woke up last night in the middle of the night. I nursed him and tried to get him back to sleep, but it just wasn't happening. So I brought him into bed with us, thinking maybe that might do the trick. I think he must have been having some insomnia because after a few minutes laying there, he started doing the "Pbthhhhht" sound. Over and over again. At 3am. It was painful and funny. Much like parenthood.
I am pretty sure D said "Ball" yesterday. He now can say "Yah" and shake his head "No". And he's learning the word "no" as well. He can make the sign for "Help" too, which is pretty cute. And every day when I pick him up from daycare, he makes the sign for milk.