I gather his smiling giggling chunky monkey self from the crib and hold him close as I descend the stairs. We see big brothers with sleepy faces and their Daddy unloading the dishwasher and making coffee.
And when our Hero looks up with a huge smile for his youngest, it happens the way it always does. The fatty legs kick wildly. The chubby arms flap crazy. The drooly smile is as wide as it can get and he starts his almost hyperventilating daddy greeting.
Except this time, it’s different.
“Ahhh…Dadadadadada. Dada. Dadadada. Da.”
And Daddy wins. For the third time. ;0)
Happy Friday y’all!
(Clearly, I need to get myself an Instagram account.)