I had a discussion with Linking Education to Adults, Adolescents and Preschoolers (LEAAP) Center Coordinator Mary Yelton recently.
While talking, Mary asked me if James David had started saying anything.
The initial response -- in my mind -- was, 'He's only 6-months-old. He's not quite there yet.'
I was wrong, Mary.
During the meeting, Mary told me James David would, more than likely, say dad before mom.
She said the D sound in the word was easier to say than the M.
Well, Mary, I can tell you that was inaccurate.
By about 10 minutes.
Friday evening, just after finishing dinner, I was holding James David in the family room while Merry prepared his evening dinner of peas.
He wasn't in the best of moods.
While we were in the family room, he kept saying, 'Mmmmmm,' which eventually turned into, "Mmmum.'
Needless to say, I was stunned.
Had he just said, "Mom?"
It appeared he did.
I had only had this discussion with Mary just days before.
And here was James David, sitting in my lap, pleading for his mother.
Only minutes later, we were in his bedroom, prepping him for an evening of slumber, when he said, 'Dada.'
I think my initial reaction was to jump back about a few feet.
It was puzzling.
But exciting at the same time.
Actually, to tell you truth, I shed a few tears at that moment.
By Saturday afternoon and well into the evening, James was saying, "Gaga," regularly.
I'm pretty sure he's not referring to Lady Gaga, but he might be. Come to think of it, I know he's never heard Lady Gaga -- at least while I was in the car.
He's been so talkative in the past few days, it really has been so exciting.
I'm not sure words can describe my reaction to Friday, though.
I was so surprised. I just didn't see this coming.
I really was beginning to wonder if he even recognized me at all.
It makes sense, though.
Apparently, James' best friend at day care is another little young toddler only weeks older than he is.
The toddler, a girl, has been speaking for a couple of weeks.
My best guess is he is repeating behavior he sees daily at day care.
Saturday evening, Merry and I were watching as James David was between us in the bedroom.
While sitting on the bed, he began to move himself.
Not just a flip. He was moving his legs and body to get closer to a stuffed bear that recites the ABCs.
It really was unbelievable.
Moments like these really make you realize what is important in life.
As Sunday rolled in, James David and I found ourselves back in the family room for our morning routine of SpongeBob.
He just sat there in my lap, watching intently.
With a smile on his face.
And then he looked up at me and smiled.