So what has the Roo been blabbing on and on about the past day and a half? No other than "Mammaammaama"! Everything is mamama...Toro, my sandal by the back door, her imaginary friend, the exersaucer, Clyde the monkey...you name it, it's Mama. I particularly like when her mouth is moving but nothing is coming out, old man-like. Nonetheless, she's saying it, yaaay! I like to attribute it to me reciting it to her and over and over again since her birth. Yes, I've been pretty adament about it. Sorry Chad, looks like you need to work a little harder next time.
Here I was trying to capture her bouncin' like a freakin' rockstar when she decided it was yet again time to practice her latest achievement.
Lastly, pre-parental title milestone, the Roo figured out a wrapping paper tube is a great megaphone (do I need to add 7 month olds are a GREAT help in the Christmas wrapping process? Ugh!). What you don't see is Holly is on the other end of the tube listening intently. Ok, I kid. Still pretty cute, though.
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