"Ma-ma!"

About two weeks ago, I got a little surprise.  I woke up when I could hear Daniel chattering on the baby monitor from his bedroom.  I went to his bedroom to find him standing up in his baby bed checking out everything in his room. When I turned on the light, he looked at me and said "Ma-ma!" with a big ole' smile.  My heart was so full!  He looked at me, recognized that it was me, and called for me! I phoned Steve immediately and told him that I'm sorry that I had won the "first word" category and it would be ok...he would say "Da-da" eventually.  I was very smug with this assumption.  I told everyone. Grandparents, friends, aunts, and uncles would all hear the story.  One proud "Ma-Ma" was me. 

The very next day I was in the living room with D and Lucy (the cat) ran into the room.  He looked at her, smiled, reached out his hand to pet her, and said "Ma-Ma!" 

I guess I was wrong.




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  1. MichaelSeptember 2, 2011 at 10:26 PM

    HAHAHAHA!! Poor G! Lucy might also be a mother figure to him?

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  2. LacySeptember 5, 2011 at 8:51 AM

    Awww! Sha tutie! lol. I really want to start a blog like this and hope I can keep it up! I can't remember all the little things like this with Brooklyn. You can print this out or put it on a disk or something and give it on a big birthday to him when he is older!

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