Da-Da

This past Saturday, Jack said his first word! Okay, so he probably has no idea what it means, but he has been saying "Da-Da" or "Dadadadada" or sometimes even "Dad" (that one kills me) nonstop since he first discovered the word. I love it, and obviously Marc does too, as Jack sits around all day asking for his daddy :)

It makes sense, I suppose...Marc IS pretty awesome. One of the many reasons I fell in love with him was that I knew he'd be a great father. And he is. He also has a completely different approach to parenting than I do, and I think it's great that Jack gets to have both of us in his life. Don't get me wrong, we agree on the big parenting issues, but we definitely have different styles when it comes to our interactions with Jack. For instance, last night I went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and when I went back into the dining room I found this:



Seriously? It would NEVER occur to me to put my baby on the table, during dinner, and give him a catalog to flip through/rip up. But Jack loved it, and it made me smile, so I guess it wasn't such a bad idea. It would also never occur to me (at least at this age) to give my baby a mohawk. But again, last week I walked into the living room and Jack was sitting there with his daddy, sporting his new 'do. I am looking forward to a lifetime of laughs with these two jokers!