Behind her knowing smile is the admission of guilt. She absolutely can say my name. I hear it often. When she is ready to be retrieved from her crib or needs an immediate drink of water, she puts my name on repeat. However, when I crave a dose of her love and acknowledgement, she playfully replies:
"Dada!" She finds joy in teasing me. I have NO IDEA where she gets that from.
Travel home safe, Andrew. Watch out for that solar storm. ;) We love you!