THAT is a Fan

He was at the babysitter's the first time he rolled over.  And I was working a full time job while training part time for another when he started crawling, so I don't really remember that.  And I could only tell you that he started walking "sometime" around Labor Day.  Life was too busy, and we were just concentrating on surviving the day.

Yesterday, though, I heard his first sentence.  I was getting him dressed for the day, and he was on his changing table.  He pointed at his ceiling fan, and very proudly announced, "THAT [dramatic pause] is a fan!"  It was a very clear little sentence!

He hasn't said it since, but it makes me even more anxious for him to really begin to communicate!