Forest of the Plains

Last Tuesday morning, Jacob looked around the house and said something that sounded like “Where's Dad?”. While telling myself that there was no way my six-month-old baby could have uttered a sentence, I answered “Dad is at work.”

Over the past week Jacob continued to refine his ability to say “dad”. Sometimes it is “da-da-dad”, or “da-da-dee-dad”, or just a string of “da-da-da-da”. (It is also possible that Jacob is calling me “la-la”, but I'm not quite sure about that one. I haven't forgotten that John saw Jacob's first smile and saw Jacob roll over first. Maybe I just think this so that I'll feel better that he said “dad” first?)

This morning Jacob and I were in the office. This time I am very sure that he did actually say “Where Dad?” I answered back, “Dad is at work.” Then, remembering a child's sense of time and wondering about Jacob's comprehension level, I added, “He will be back after you eat your vegetables.”