This month I said my first words... "Mama" and "Dada". I said "Mama" first and I say it more often because the crazy woman pounds it in my head all day long... "Say Mama say Mama say Mama say Mama say Mama say Mama!" The first time I said "Mama" she screamed so loud she scared the crap out of me and made me cry. She's lucky I still say it. I'm still not crawling, but I do get up on my hands and knees and rock back and forth getting ready to take off. Until then, I get around on my belly doing the "army crawl". My babysitter, Bina, taught me how to wave "Ciao", which means hello and goodbye in Italian. If you say "Ciao", I will open and close my fist. My parents are so proud of this accomplishment; you'd think I learned to walk on water! I stopped nursing a few weeks ago. A short bout with the flu and a biting incident (I was trying out my new teeth!) forced my mom to call it quits with breastfeeding. I think we were both ready because neither of us seem to miss it. On Tuesday I leave for America to visit my Grandpa and Great Papa in Newburyport, Massachusetts and my Mimi and Papi in The Villages, Florida. I'm excited for the long plane ride over the Atlantic; my mom however, is not.
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Can't wait to see you Currier - and your crazy mom too!
Good talking, Currier! I hope Jett can take some tips from you. Happy Flying! You're going to be the star of the plane.
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