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There is a first time for everything

Noah has been talking for a couple of months now. I say talking but I am fairly certain anyone other than one of his parents might dispute the authenticity of the words he has learnt, but nevertheless Nikala and I can understand them and right now, thats all that matters.

Of course like all of his key achievements and advancements, as a working dad I usually miss all of his "firsts". However, Nikala claimed one afternoon that he clear as day said,  "Up" and like most everyone else, I must admit that I was somewhat skeptical even upon hearing it later myself, it was possibly just a similar sound he was squawking. Then, shortly after that, a matter of 2 or 3 days even, his 2nd word came and this one I was clear on. "dadadadadadadada" obviously calling for his daddy. I was delighted, I was the first parent he called by name, well sort of, how great this is! Another couple of days later and I realised that Nikala may well have had a dastardly plan from the start in her training regime for Noah's speech development, when early on a Saturday morning I awake to small fists pummeling my back and the sounds of  "up dadadadadadadadada up dadadadadada up up up dadadadadada up". Not only had Nikala been proven right about Noah's ability to say "up" but she had also cunningly coached him to say daddy before he could say mummy, so now when he wants to get up at 5:30am on a weekend, guess who he is asking for...

He also learnt to say "oh dear" which was particularly cute, though it does make me question what we are doing that he hears the phrase so often that it is one of his firsts.Since then he has also learnt to say mummy, and Nikalas cunning plan has backfired as now whenever he doesn't want to do anything, you know, getting dressed, changing his nappy, eating anything at all (except bananas. Bananas are always welcome), getting in the car, getting in the pushchair and so on, then he calls for "mumummmmumummumumumummum".

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