I chant this wildly because yet again my offspring has chosen their father to represent their first word. I birth them with many hours of pain, raise them from the sweat off my brow...second place. Well Ava I'll take second place, but know this, when you want namebrand jeans for your 12th birthday, your getting JCPenny's sale rack delights, when your friends want to come over, they can only hang with you outside of our front door, because this mom will not be second!
Kidding folks, this is quite a mile stone, she is trying to pull herself up, scoots everywhere talks back, grunts and hollers when she wants something, like the keyboard for instance. I had to go put her down on the account of that mess.
