Daddeeeeeeeee Daddeeeeeee

Dad-da has turned into Daddy. Mommy is still da-da for the most part, but this Daddeeeeee is relentless. Kurt was sleeping in yesterday morning and Johnny wanted to give him something. He said Daddeeee about 20 times at the foot of the bed while Kurt was comatose before I went in and explained that Daddy was sleeping, which thankfully satisfied him. This morning when we woke up, he tried to get Kurt's attention again. It was 5:30am so I was pretending to be asleep hoping he'd snuggle back down and go back to sleep himself, but after the 10th Daddeeeee I couldn't help myself. "Daddy's sleeping, Johnny," to which Johnny replied "Wee wee?" and off we went to the toilet for the first of many times.

Johnny has been on a mad word acquisition drive this week, acquiring it seems two a day. This weekend he cracked "wee wee" and now it's his cover-all term for the toilet. I suppose it's my fault because I always say "Mommy needs to wee do you need to make a wee wee?" Today he has had a dodgy tummy and has said wee wee and tried to climb onto the toilet more times than I can count. In fact, he has only soiled two pairs of undies with wet farts, poor guy, and peed in two pull-ups, both our fault. The first was after his second nap when Daddy was in the shower and the second was when we got home from the zoo and I was too lazy to put him on the toilet. I haven't bought nappies in over a month now, and I'm loving it!

Johnny celebrated his second 4th of July by doing his first somersault on the grass. Kurt was inside, but our friend Jason saw it. Jason's girlfriend Mariah had a little girl, Sophia, last Monday. I'm sure Jason was amazed that his tiny baby will be running, yelling and doing somersaults in a little over a year. He did one for Daddy tonight on the bed.