That is what I was greeted with this morning.  I went up to get little D up (at his usual time of 6:00am) and was greeted with: "Bub-lee-yea, mamma".  I have no idea what that means, but I know he was mumbling up there before I got to him.  It is really neat to hear him practicing his talking in his room.  He chats on and on to his stuffed animals (his crib collection has grown from just BoBo to a moose, a kitty, a large bear, and a prayer bear that he calls "Ollie"). 

I love this age.  He has something new for me every morning.  I find myself no longer dreading getting up in the morning . After 9 years of being a "domestic goddess", I was getting in a rut of routine and again missing my career and the friends, etc.  but now with little D I cannot wait to see him and see whats new.

He is Risen, Just as He said!