Up until then she mostly was like something we were playing house with. Maybe even one of those robot babies that cry when you’re not attending to their needs appropriately.
(she cried a lot.)
Moze reached for, grabbed and held on to his toy today.
Moze talks a lot to us. We talk back. We have whole conversations of oohing and ahing. He’s good at communicating and we understand each other most of the time.
But I still thought it was pretty special.