Last night, rocking in his chair and reading bedtime stories, Davey pointed outside and said "Dad'n" (Daddy) and then pointed to himself and said, "Day'm". Did I hear right? Did he just say his name for the first time? "Yes, that's right, your name is David," I exclaimed with joy. "Day-yum," he replied. And then we went on reading stories.
This morning I asked him, "What's your name?" He replied, quickly, "Day-yum." The joy that Marina and I showed had him saying it again, slightly differently. I got him to say his name three or four times, until Mark heard. Each time a little variant on David or Davey... but he's doing it. The last attempt is pictured here, where Marina is holding him and he's pointing to his chest and saying, "Day-yee."
The life and times of our little Merz family unit of 3. Oh, and of course, the extended family members of which there are many.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
My name is Day-yee
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