October 14, New Bloomfield.
Nicolas uttered his first words recently. They were "chat" followed by "thé" (cat and tea.)
It's official, he's my son.
Of course that's not counting the first sounds he made, the usual Mama and Papa - although in truth he's all Papa, so much so that I believe it must have something to do with Fridman's hands being his first contact with the outside world. And no, Dylan didn't say Lynn every two minutes when he was a baby, but that's probably because he's never again seen the midwife that received him at the birthing center outside of Savannah, Georgia, on a rainy evening in November almost three years ago.
Sometimes it's good to have delusions, they make the world sweeter.
So, Nicolas says Papa all the time, sweet and soft, but when he gets upset he screams Mamaaa!
Isn't it wonderful to be a mother, asked my friend Zuzana.
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