It's the race that
nearly always ends up this way, but it's fun
nonetheless. Vienna has been "talking" for months and
has inadvertently said everything at one time
or another. Make noise, move mouth and have your
fingers in and around said mouth and
lalalalaldadadadayayayayamamama is sure to follow.
Often I would catch Talya secretly saying "Mama!"
to her as I would run in and say
"DADA DADA!" and if her Oma was there it would be
a 3 ring circus of "OMA MAMA DADA!" while
Vienna stared at our insanity. We decided that she
would have to repeat the word back to us repeatedly
before we considered it the first word. And for over a
half an hour, early Sunday morning, she certainly did
that...
...to the point
where Talya was happy to tell me: "She's calling for
you..." while we were trying to sleep. Yes, several
sleepless nights here as the kid's clock is all sorts
of messed up. Forget the jet lag... everyone just
wants to see her and, well, they're going to. So the
kid gets sleep when she can and, well, we can sleep
when we get home. Maybe.
But of course it's
either how remarkably "baby doll" she looks or
her saying "dada" all night that makes you giggle and
smile inside even if you haven't slept through the
night in 6 months. It's just so precious and man, if I
didn't realize the value of The Journey before,
I sure realize it now. It's all a few clicks
away. I mean, the value was a bit murkier when
I was documenting my dissent into madness for 10
years, but now? It's a no-brainer. It's my own living,
breathing story-book and I still get so excited about
all the videos that are coming.
Up next? My first
wife meets my daughter. What a beautiful life I
lead.
