A couple of weeks ago, Sim learned to say Uh-oh. It is so cute. I try to get him to say it all the time, because I love how he says it. Perhaps I should attempt to record it before he starts saying it differently.
I don't know if that counts as his first word with two different syllables. Is Uh-oh a word? Anyway, yesterday he learned to say tiger. That one is pretty darn cute, too. Then he started saying Daddy, instead of Dada.
I'm not sure I can survive the level of cuteness in the house at this point.
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Recently, Hannah lamented, "I don't know why we have to wait so long for another baby!"
"But Sim's still a baby, Hannah."
"But if you got a baby in your belly now, it would be a long time before the baby came out."
"You're right, but he'd still be pretty young. What would we do with two babies?"
"Three babies, you mean. I want you to have twins."
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This conversation occured today after Michael's parents departed.
H: You know, Grandma doesn't have any brothers. Why not?
Me: Well, sometimes God sends brothers and sometimes he doesn't.
H: Yeah, he only sent her sisters. We're lucky, because we have Sim.
N: Yeah, we're lucky because we have Simeon.
Me: Sisters are good, too.
N: Yeah, but we're lucky, because God gave us Simeon.
Fortunately, there is enough angst at various times from various children to keep me from going into permanent cuteness overload.
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