This morning during the car trip over to my parents, I convinced Ella to string together two “dah” sounds to end up with a marginally accurate “duh-duh.” Close enough to Dada that I’ll take it.
This evening after getting home a little late from work, I joined Michelle and Ella on a blanket in the yard and led her to again spit out a dah-dah. They’re just sounds to her still, and “dah” turns in to “bah” or “blah” quickly, but it’s rather satisfying to hear.
Maybe the mother-child bond is really about “mah” being easier to pronounce than “dah.” Well, maybe it’s the whole food thing.

Joe, my dad and I rode a nice 50 mile ride on Memorial day largely following the 40 mile loop. We met at N. Vancouver and N. Killingsworth at 8 am and headed south to the river, then east on the Springwater corridor to Gresham. We made our first stop in Gresham, then took Kane Drive down to Marine Dr, where Joe was offered as a sacrifice to the flat tire gods. After a quick patch, we continued to I-205, where we ran the gauntlet on the 205 bridge in to Washington to check out the Vancouver side of the river.