Matthew had his first ice cream cone tonight, and his first ice cream, really. I was inside cleaning up after dinner and decided the kids would love a root beer float ice cream cone while they were "helping" Daddy wash the truck. I brought them out and was greeted with huge thanks (a mom always loves that--we'll take gratitude every chance we get). Matthew was excited but then he got caught up in the logistics of holding a slippery ice cream cone. The driveway (which slants) was wet from the truck washing that was going on and it takes a little effort to stay upright while he's walking around on it. Now we have melting ice cream cone in one hand which is then falling on the driveway and sliding down it. No worry, just pick it up and keep going...don't mind a little car wash suds in the ice cream. The second picture shows Matthew doing two of his favorite things: eating and yelling at the top of his lungs. This is a boy who appreciates good acoustics.
His favorite and pretty much only word is "DAAADDAAAAA." We have a little game where I say "MOMMMMMAAAAA" and he smiles and says "DADAAAAAAA" over and over. Our pediatrician (who I also work with--I've known her for 10 years) laughed when I told her at a recent check up and said, "Kelly, he doesn't need a name for you because you're always right there. You're still a part of him!" Yes, my sweet, attached-to-mommy boy, enjoy your ice cream, and you can call me "Dadda" forever if I just get your sweet hugs and love!
