I always imagined Robin's first word would be something definite, like "Ma ma" or "Da da". It would come out of the blue, and she would point to one of us and shout out "Ma ma!", and likely she would be pointing to me, but who cares!
It's turning out to be different than I thought; much more hilarious. Here is how I think she has caught on to her first "word". Or sound. Or whatever you want to call it. I'll back it up a bit first.
When Robin was first learning to eat, she would need a lot of distractions (other than the food billowing out of her mouth after every spoonful). We would put toy after toy on her high chair in front of her, which always got covered in food, and mostly ended up on the floor. As time has gone on, she has needed less and less toys, but as with most babies, almost everything you put on the tray in front of her will spend some time on the floor.
Feeding Robin every day apparently brought out all of the googly-eyed, exaggerated baby talk my inner-most brain could muster. Every time something went on the floor, Daddy would (with great embellishment) shrug his shoulders with his palms open to the sky and in a cutesy-poo voice say "Uh-ohs!", which often lands me a little Robin giggle.
Which brings me to Robin's first "word". Uh-oh.
It's hard to tell right now if she's mimicking or really saying it in context on her own, but there definitely have been a few times when she has dropped something on the floor and followed it up with a quiet little uh-oh. You should see her mouth scrinch up to make the O sound. Adorable.
PS: Yes, I DO understand the tragic irony that after spending so much time with me at home, my little girl's first word would be uh-oh. How many things has she watched Daddy break, run into, or burn in the oven? Did I just write this story as a cover up? No.
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And THIS is why we have children: no, not to deprive us of free time, sleep, money or the ability to "plan" our days, but we go through all those months of anxious waiting for the new life to arrive because of the absolute JOY each one is so capable of instilling in our otherwise orderly, predictable lives. Right now, after reading this, I cannot stop smiling!! Tell me it will rain for a month straight, the stock markets crashed, or summer has been cancelled, and I will still be happy as a clam because of my children....and their children. I'll be happier than a clam; what do they have to be happy about? Maybe their kids.
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