Truman was playing at my feet this morning while I was getting ready for work. He pulled up on my robe and said "Mama" and then a "Ma" a few seconds later to get me to pick him up. Although 17.5 months is a long time to wait to hear it, it was no less blessed of a word.
That brings the count to two words -- Dada and Mama.
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The adventures of a boy born before his time.
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