Moo

Some of you have concluded--correctly--from Uly's pictures that he is a very sweet little boy. He usually goes about his business with actions full of thought and purpose--though occasionally he gets a wild hare--and he definitely did not inherit his mother's knack for rapid and loud conversation. Mostly he jabbers quietly when he plays, but this morning he sat with a little truck that carries a toy horse and cow. Talking is not "his thing" at the moment (he can say "more", "meeeeee-ick" (milk), "mama" and "Da-da" but only when motivated by stress or great desire) and so I was utterly delighted to see him pick up the cow and say "moo". It was very quiet but distinct. Then he picked up the horse and said it again. Then he said it in front of Gavin which made my day. It's always good to have a witness!