Bumble never seems to want to talk to Mike and me, no matter how we prompt her. She usually just smiles, laughs and blows a raspberry. I wasn't worried, per se, but I did find it curious since my friends' kids were all "dada"-ing all the time at her age. Well, apparently, she just been practicing in secret and is too shy to try it out in front of us. Maybe she has performance anxiety. This morning I woke up to the sounds of Bumble babbling to herself. I pretended to stay asleep and heard her say all sorts of "fafa" "baba" nonsense. But when I opened my eyes and spoke to her, she was mum again. She just smiled, stuck out her tongue and blew me a good morning raspberry.
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