March 14, 2006

ABBA and Who’s Your Daddy?

The babies are beginning to put words with objects. Most of the time we don’t really understand what they’re saying but it’s obvious they are attempting speech.

Bri’s first attempt at a word is appropriate on a couple of levels. First, you have to know that Swee’Pea is the second-coming of Shakira/JLo/Paula Abdul because she has dancing moves you haven’t dreamed of. Anytime music comes on, Swee’Pea will rock her body to the music. And it’s not this herky-jerky rocking that looks like Steve Martin dancing in The Jerk, no it’s a stylish, rhythmic sway that matches her slight smile and sparkle in her eye. I can almost hear her thinking, “Yeah, can you dig it?”

Because of her penchant for dancing, I have coined her my Dancing Queen. Now, this is appropriate because, as some of you may remember, Swee’Pea prefers the cat to her parents loves our cat Nutmeg. Anytime Nutmeg strolls into the room (and this cat always strolls) Swee’Pea squeals in delight and wants to touch the cat (Memo to Nutmeg: Your days of knowing the babies can’t chase you are numbered. Consider yourself warned.). Now, whenever she sees Nutmeg, she utters the phrase “Abba”. I’m not sure where she gets this because we don’t go around discussing Swedish disco bands in general conversation but Swee’Pea insists on Abba. So, Abba it is. Nutmeg is quickly becoming Abba the cat. If this sticks, we’ll just tell everyone that Abba the cat was named after our Swedish disco-loving daughter Bri.

Now, TheMonk has has been working on the word Dada for a while now. He had the nuances down but never seemed to say it at the right moment (“No, TheMonk, that’s Nutmeg, not Dada.”). Yesterday morning, however, we had our moment of glory. Andrea was holding TheMonk in her arms and he had not yet seen me. As she turned him towards me, he caught glimpse of me and broke out into the hugest, most excited smile ever and practically yelled out “DADA!” Yes, I floated around the office all day yesterday. I might have told a few everyone in my office about it. Unbelievably nobody complained. (It’s good to be the boss sometimes.) This wasn’t a fluke either as he did it again this morning. It’s about time he finally got it. I’ve only been saying the word Dada about a thousand times a day for a while now.

What’s that? Oh, if you’ll excuse me, my son is calling me. Now if I could just get around the little girl boogying on the floor…


  1. Speaking of songs that get stuck in your head….. just reading the words “Dancing Queen” has got me singing it now. Damn you Matthew!!!

    Comment by mormondaddy — March 14, 2006 @ 9:06 am

  2. Excellent! Now start teaching Bri the words to Waterloo. I know you know them . . .

    Comment by Susan — March 14, 2006 @ 9:43 am

  3. Ah, the torch has been passed to a new generation. It’s better that she is a Dancing Queen than a Dancing Fool. But she might have a smidgen of Bad Girl in her too. Go on play a little Donna Summers for her and let her know that Grandmother has not had her Last Dance.

    Comment by Grandmother — March 14, 2006 @ 10:08 am

  4. Dancing Queen That is music to my ears. Come on over to The Tutu Boutique and set that rock star up.

    Comment by Peter — March 14, 2006 @ 11:52 am

  5. Oh, you got to love a dancing baby. And congrats on JT saying DADA. It must be easir to say, because both of mine said it first. Althought it might have something to do with daddies saying Dada over and over again, starting at birth.

    Comment by Melissa — March 14, 2006 @ 12:19 pm

  6. The Munchkin’s first word was “Hi”, but the first person that she identified was her father – “Dada!” The ungrateful little…

    I’ve been working with Baby Boy: “Mama, Mama, Mama…”

    I want to see pictures of your Dancing Queen!

    Comment by Deanna — March 14, 2006 @ 12:51 pm

  7. Now if you only had another son named Fernando.

    I can’t of a better group to introduce to the kids. Our son loves ABBA, which has made us overanalyze our musical choices a bit. As two gay dads, we try not to read into it too early, but we want to the give the boy a fighting chance to avoid stereotypes.

    Of course, ABBA beats the crap outta the Wiggles so given the two, so he’ll just have to be (Super) Trooper.

    Comment by Hygiene Dad — March 14, 2006 @ 3:59 pm

  8. our son’s first word was cheese, I kid you not. Peanut’s first was Mama cause she’s a smart girl (not that the boy is dumb or anything, he’s not)

    Comment by Trish — March 14, 2006 @ 9:01 pm

  9. These two munchkins are adorable Dada! Love the photos.

    Kisses and soft chewy treats to Abba the Cat.

    Comment by KP — March 15, 2006 @ 9:46 am

  10. Although Lauren can say “shoes” and “night night,” most everything else is “dada,” at 18 months.

    You dad’s get all the good stuff.

    Comment by ieatcrayonz — March 15, 2006 @ 11:11 am

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