Ina officially has her first word: Dad.
(I would probably pick dad too after the fantastic chili he made us for dinner last night.)
There is no mom, momma, ma, or even mmmmm.
It is just dad and its different variations. Dat, dadoo, da, and every once in a while dog.
I am the last one in my family to be recognized.
It is hilarious when I try to get her to say mom.
Me: Ina, can you say mom.
Me: Ina, can you sa-
Here is a video:
Even though I joke around about it making me mad or sad that Ina doesn't say mom, I really don't care. Believe me, I so look forward to the day when that little word comes out of her mouth, along with, "I love you," and, "Would you like some help with the dishes?"
However, Dan and I promised each other that we wouldn't make who she likes more a competition. Also, I don't need her to say anything to show me how she feels. The look she gives me when she sees me, the smile that starts at her lips and spreads all the way up her face to her eyes tells me that I am important to her. (For the record, Dan gets a very similar smile.)
That is all I need.
I hope your day goes fantastically.