smacky and bucky

My day may have just peaked at 6:45 a.m. Our youngest is 22 months old, and has been slower to talk than his older brother. L and I have both been a bit worried about it, and I know that we have separately looked up the milestones and where he should be with language. The one he wasn't doing was putting simple two-word sentences together, which he should be doing by 24 months.

Well, this morning as I was leaving he puckered up for a kiss and then said, "Dada, bye."

Boom.

Day made.

That will probably keep me smiling in the office all day.