The Dada Symphony

I woke up this morning to the sound of both my babies yelling "Dada." Tessa's "dada" is high-pitched and happy. Adam's is lower in tone, and playful. Neither of them were crying which was really great. I went back to sleep for a while.

They use "Dada" as an all-purpose term right now, which is understandable since they don't know any other words. It's quite amusing when they are both playing in their flying saucers yelling out "Dada" over and over. As their father, I am a bit put out to realize that they aren't actually calling me. This afternoon "dada dada" for Tessa apparently meant "Ouch! My teeth hurt!" and "dada dada" for Adam meant "Please change me now. I'm poopy."

Last night Tessa was really upset because of teething pain. It usually doesn't bother her that much, definitely not as much as Adam, but she was crying a lot. We put some Orajel on her gums, and were surprised to find out that we could feel a tooth (or maybe two) breaking through her lower gum. We haven't been able to get a visual sighting, because she always has her tongue there, or there's too much drool in the way.