His first word. I'm just glad it wasn't dada. Or poop.
My dad, Kim, and Nichole came to visit us last night. I never noticed it before, but Daddy and Mason share many similar expressions:
Mason was happy playing with everyone the whole time they were here. But it was funny: he'd be completely engrossed in whatever it was that they were doing when I'd see him peek over his shoulder at me. The next thing I knew, he was crawling into my lap for a quick hug and some cuddles before making his way back over to his grandpa.
His first word makes complete sense. That kid loves his mama.
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