Who's Your Da Da

I said Momma ...

Holden said Muh muh.

I said Da Da ...

Holden said Daddy!

I said Momma ...

Holden said Muh muh!

I said Da Da ...

Holden said Da Da!

He was actually repeating me.

And then he was done.

He is also army crawling all over the place. I turn my head for a second and he scuttles off to gnaw on one of Jordan's dirty socks on the floor or to steal the remote for the TV.

Note to self ... must slither around on belly to see what other things Holden may feel compelled to make friends with.

-Carmen