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Miles got a baby piano for Christmas and it is fast becoming one of his favorite toys. Chris calls him a little "Jerry Lee Lewis", because he likes to stand and play. Basically, he just bangs on the keys and turns the pages of the playbook, but someday he might stop wanting to eat it and learn to play songs.

Babies usually say their first words around 12 months and boys in particular are often even later, so we find it a bit odd that people constantly ask us if Miles talks yet. With that said, we are almost convinced that Miles has said his first word.

On two separate occasions, he has uttered what sounds like the word "touchdown". They sounded more like "tutdow" and "tuchdon" but they were clearly his attempt to repeat what he heard. We know this because they accompanied the physical action of raising both arms over his head. (Something he started doing on his own, followed by us yelling "touchdown" in response.) It always made him smile.

Recently, he has been shouting a two syllable word right after we say it and it distinctly sounds like "touchdown". Because he is hearing impaired, we will both be okay if he doesn't say "mommy" or "daddy" first, a little sad, but thrilled that he speaks. I just wish his first words weren't sports related, but the sooner I succumb to another male ego, the better. When the little female cat, Charlie, dies, I will be outnumbered and all alone. At least he said "touchdown" and not "Go Knicks". I don't think I could handle another depressed NY fan during the NBA season. One is plenty.

By the way blizzard #3 is on the way tomorrow. It's supposed to be worse than the last one. We'll keep you posted considering we won't be able to leave the house again and there will be nothing better to do....look for the pics.