Rhys's first word was "eye". He loved to point to his eyes, our eyes, everyone's eyes. He has beautiful blue eyes, though of course, he doesn't know that.
The last part of our bedtime routine is when I lay down next to him and we have some quiet time together. I was laying there with him tonight, with my eyes open, staring at the wall. He looked at me and pointed his little finger at my eye and said "Eye's abeep", and poked me. My eye was, indeed, "abeep" at that point.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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