Grayson has been waking up before all my other kiddos. He seems to enjoy the extra time to snuggle, nurse and just have Mommy all to himself.

So, I wasn’t surprised when Nate brought him into our room at 6:30 this morning when Nate was getting ready to head off to the airport. Grayson and I played with our toes, cooed, squealed with delight, and climbed all over the bed. (Mostly, it was just him.)

Then we had a deep conversation. It went down like this:

Me:“I love you, Graby.”

Grayson (9.5 months):“Dadadada.”

Me: “Oh, Daddy? Do you love Daddy?”

Grayson:“Dadadada.”

Me: “Oh, you DO love Daddy! I do, too. He’s pretty great.”

Grayson agreed:“Dadadadadada.”

Me: “Who’s handsome Gray?”

Grayson:“Dadadadada.”

Me: “Who’s the smartest?”

Grayson:“Dadada”

Me: “Who’s the coolest?”

Grayson:“Dadadadadadadadada.”

Me: “Do you love anyone else?”

Grayson:“Dadada.”

Me:“How ’bout Mommy? Do you love me, Buddy? Do you love Mama? Mama? Mamamama?

Grayson looked at me for a few seconds, tilted his head to the side and said, “DadadadadaDADADAdadada!”

Apparently, I wasn’t allowed to change the subject. Hrmph!

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