Olivia said her first sentence this morning. I almost ran off the road. Really, I did.
On the days that Jon doesn’t tutor after school, he has started riding with us in the mornings. This morning he wasn’t with us and Olivia kept saying “daddy, daddy, daddy.” I asked her where daddy was and she said “Daddy at kool.” She’s been saying “Audey kool, Bubba kool, daddy kool” but today was the first time she made a complete sentence out of it. Someone please pass the kleenex.
I mean, I am thankful and grateful that my baby is almost 20 months old and is turning new words out left and right and is now capable of forming and saying complete sentences. It’s something to be thankful for and I am. But at the same time my mommy heart is kicking in. Wasn’t my Tookie baby just born??!!??!! Didn’t I just snuggle my nose into the fat rolls of her little newborn neck while she slept in my arms? Wasn’t it just the other night that I had to get up and feed her and rock her back to sleep praying she would sleep at least 4 more hours? Well actually, she did keep me all night Saturday night. Maybe that’s where I am getting confused.