Say What?!!!!!!!!!!!

I could not write today without first saying thank you all for your kind words, support and love.  Asking my dad to write about his illness was difficult - I didn't know if he would want to share the news.  I am grateful to him for willing to share his voice and appreciative for all of you to hear him....all I could really say is:

Dankie                        

Gracias

Grazie

Merci

Mahalo

Spasiba

Thank you.....

                       from the bottom of my heart

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Today while feeding Grace lunch, I couldn't help but think how many changes my little girl has gone through the past 8 months.  As I watched her tiny fingers reach for her sweet potato flavored puffs and then bring it to her mouth, I was amazed.  She couldn't do that two months ago - and now, she shovels puffs in her mouth like a champ.  I couldn't help but think about all the milestones I've been lucky to see -- from her first smile, to rolling over, to sitting up, eating cereal, watching her first tooth make its way through her gums.  BUT there is one milestone that I have a bone to pick with my little girl...  her first word -- dada!  Really, Grace?!  Way to break your mothers heart.  I'm really not that peeved she said Dada first but for entertainment purposes I will let you in on my secret annoyance towards her "dada."

Matt is an extremely hands on father - and I am so happy that Grace will have a father that is an active part of her life.  I have that - so its what I want for my little girl.  However, although Matt gives her love, hugs, kisses, reads to her, gives her baths, feeds her and splits the parenting duties with me - he wasn't the one that had to carry her around for 9+ months, endure 12+ hours of labor, and 8+ months of breastfeeding (with a tooth I might add).

Yes, I know -  I sound like a whiny b - but when you literally pour blood, sweat and tears into something and their first words are dada - you might feel a little chapped.  Naturally, I can't get mad at her - she doesn't know any better, plus she is too freakin adorable.  So yet again, poor Matt has deal with the wrath of an envious mama.....Grace, do you hear that, MA MA?? 

But how do I love see these two together..