I’d meant to blog this earlier, but Sam is now regularly greeting me with ‘Da-Da’ when I walk into the room. He’s said ‘Car’ (with a notable Boston accent, mind you) for a while, as well as ‘truck.’ But you can’t imagine how my heart melted the first time I asked him where Daddy was and he replied by pointing to me and saying ‘Da-Da.’ Priceless, I tell ya!