My husband stayed home today (previously planned, just for a break) so we had a nice family day together. Slept late; made waffles for breakfast. First time I’ve ever made them, so I was pleased when they came out edible. Hambet seemed to like them, even though he called them “awfuls.”
Took Hambet to his “tiny tots” class; tears through the first half of the Hello Song, and clinging through the second song, but afterwards cheerful participation. He seems to be growing to like the class. Lunch, and then a trip to the grocery store, where the sample lady was cheerfully offering bites of chocolate cake while the pre-snow panic swirled around her. Back home. Puttered around the house. A nice dinner (steak, twice-baked potatoes, sorbet for dessert.)
Hambet came out with a couple of sentences today, his longest ones yet. When he woke up this morning, I had already gone downstairs, so he asked his daddy, “Show me Mommy?” Later, he told us, “I want draw picture.” “I want juice.” At dinner, when daddy asked him what he did in class, Hambet was able to tell him, “Kids! Trudi [the teacher]. Songs.” This is the first time he’s had an answer to “tell daddy about class” (or about whatever we did that day.)
Hambet’s first word was exactly one year ago today: “Daddy.”