David Says His First Sentence!
Last night I put David in the backpack and Kristen and I walked over to the library with him. On the way back he said his first sentence (a proud moment in any language-loving papa's life)!

"Run dada!"

See, he really likes it when I jog with him in the backpack. I won't do it for long stretches because I'm afraid he'll get loosened in his straps too much, but for a short burst I imagine it feels to him something like riding a horse.

In any case, he's been saying "run" often - he and Kristen usually watch from the porch when I leave to go for a run, and he associates the donning of shorts and the lacing up of sneakers with running. And of course he's been saying "Dada" for months and months.

In all he's probably got more than 50 words he says and who knows exactly how many he understands (a great many more than one would think, I expect).

But it still seemed out of the blue and amazing when he put two of them together to form an imperative statement: "Run, Dada!"

So I did.