Sniffles & Things
The kids continue their record long streak of passing colds around to each other and other kids. Sigh. A while back, someone asked me:
How much do you spend on daycare?
I told them. But I have to rescind the comment and say to take that number and add about $180 per month to it for the increase in doctor’s visits, prescription medication, and other stuff you have to buy because you basically send your children to a den of plague every day. But, no worries. I mean, they either get exposed to this stuff at daycare or in kindergarten. So, get it over with sooner rather than later.
In other news, this morning I was preparing The Second to go to daycare. He looks at me and says mamamamamamama. I said to him No, I’m dadadadadadada. Can you say dadadadadadada. He smiles real big and says dadadadadadada.
Junior said dadadadadadada first and The Second said mamamamamamama first.
January 24th, 2007 at 12:08 pm
Ah, there you go, assigning gender-specific roles! =)
Grats, I know the first words are the best.
Later, it will be “Dad, can I have the car keys?”
January 24th, 2007 at 1:50 pm
Congratulations dadadadadada!
With our first, my wonderful stay-at-home-to-raise-the-kids wife actually taught her to say DaDa first. That’s right, with her first child she sacrificed the first words from being the MaMa that they would have been so that I could have the honor.
They don’t make sacrifices much bigger than that. I’ve managed to hang on to her for 26 years and always consider myself lucky.
January 24th, 2007 at 2:27 pm
Me to, me too, me too! She’s daddy’s girl! And her very first full sentence, five weeks before her first birthday, was to me too and it was: “I love you”. AND I HAVE WITNESSES.
January 24th, 2007 at 3:34 pm
Ha. the rumor is that hard consonants (da) are easier to say for kids than soft (ma). most kids say da first which tends to make ma mad.
January 24th, 2007 at 3:56 pm
At almost five years, we still have trouble with the sibilants. Her “thumb” sounds a little like “fumb”. My godson wanted to say “spoon” and he would say “foon”. His parents did not want me smoking so they tried to teach him to say, “Nono (godfather) don’t smoke”. He would tell me, “Nono, no foke”. My wife still holds that against him 😉 .
January 24th, 2007 at 6:34 pm
Gee, you’d think the market would provide a more cost-effective and healthy solution…
*ducks*
January 25th, 2007 at 9:22 am
Get used to the sickness, pal. Mine are bringing home more and more plagues almost daily. Heck, I just got pneumonia for my birthday. Wasn’t that nice of them?
Anyway, grats on the “dada”. Enjoy these moments because they pass all too quickly.