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Say my name

For about a minute, Sebastian called me “mama”. That turned into “nana” which now appears to mean any kind of food or beverage and I usually have to point to several things before I guess the right one. “nana” “bottle?” “naaana” “puffs?” “naaaaaaaana!” “water? blueberries? banana? bread? This delicious mix of [insert homemade baby food … Continue reading