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Topic: Matt
Finally, at almost 19 months, my little angel has decided to start talking. I was starting to worry; Sam was an early talker, and although you're absolutely not meant to compare your kids to each other, Matt seemed a little slow to talk. But then he's been slow about doing almost everything, even cutting teeth. He only has six of them, at last count, although just try to get him to open his mouth.
Last night in the car on the way home, he pointed at his eye and said "I got eyes." Later, he told me he wanted to come in from the backyard and watch Teen Titans: "Titans. House."
These are his first sentences. And suddenly I noticed that his voice isn't that of a baby anymore; when he says these words, he speaks like a kid. My baby is growing up.
Every one of Matt's milestones will always be a little sad for me in a way that Sam's will not, because Matt is my last baby. This one is no different. Take all the time you need, little Matt. Maybe you're not hurrying to grow up for your mommy's sake.
Posted by Gretchen
at 12:14 PM PDT
Updated: Friday, August 27, 2004 4:48 PM PDT