What a week we have had with Thatcher. Saturday we had a great night of jammin' out to Jason Aldeen. Thatcher loves to dance and just swings his arms back and forth like a typical white boy. I bought him so great new hats and he all of a sudden refuses to wear them. I don't get - he will wear his winter hats but these cool hats I want him to wear he rips off. Don't you love this new fedora? I know it looks a little girly but if he would let me put it on right it would be so stylin'.
We are pretty sure that Thatcher has learned to say "dada" too. I thought he was saying it a week ago but he babbles so much Mike didn't think he was. While on Monday Mike went to pick up Thatcher from daycare and as soon as Thatcher saw him it was "dada". We never really even worked on dada just mama so go figure he says dada first. ( Note: I am not sure if it should be dada or da da or something else- so no spelling lessons)
You have to love the old bruise on the middle of his forehead- that kid goes head first into everything. The spoon we swiped from Grandma's and he loves it.
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