



Uly is a dynamo. Mama is tired. He's hit a learning curve and every week he's into something new. The "thing" right now is pointing. Uly LOVES this. Not only has he discovered that other people can see what he's seeing, but that they can be COMMANDED to observe at his discretion.
Na-na's is the name he's given to the, um... mommy food-delivery system, and for a few, sweet days he would say "mama, NA-NA'S!" in declaration of his intention to be fed/cuddled. He's now dropped "mama" and only hollers "Na-na!". This is the equivalent of: "hey boobs, get over here".
*sigh*
My toddler is already starting to think like a man...










