This Mylostone is long over-due. I don’t know the exact date but it was well before Mylo’s first birthday when he said his first word. And no it was not “mom”. Nor was it “dad”, or any version of the two. It was Ella. That’s right, our dog’s name. It’s true.
The first time he said it he was crawling all over her. He began smacking his hands up and down on her — I know, probably not the ideal that we’re allowing him to hit the dog, but she’s so remarkably gentle and patient when he does this. And then he said it, “Er-ra!” And he hasn’t stopped since. When he’s at my parents house he says her name over and over again and even runs to the door we use to let her outside in the backyard.
A wonderful friendship is developing before my very eyes and I cannot wait to watch it grow. And to watch them grow, together.
Besties.