dog dog

One could argue that Eddie's first word is "dog." For the past week or so anytime he sees Marty he utters something that sounds like "dog dog." The "g" is not as defined as the d, and at first I just thought he was saying "da da" because it is his syllabal of choice, but more and more it seems to sound like dog. Or he could be trying to say "good dog" since this is the title of one of his favorite books "Good Dog Carl." Whatever the case, dog and baby are the best of pals these days. Eddie loves to feed Marty by throwing food from his high chair, or if he has a snack while walking around he will taunt Marty by handing her some and then not letting go and laughing. Sometimes wherever Marty is laying, Eddie will go and try to lie down beside her. And today after running some Xmas shopping errands (which I must report he is a VERY good shopper), Eddie was estatic when we returned to the car and Marty was there waiting for us with her wagging tail and sloppy wet kisses.