If you had read my previous post on where I stood on the popularity ladder with my son, you would know that I was insanely jealous of the hubs when it came to the fact that once daddy walked through the door I ceased to even exist. And for the longest time the little man would only say daddy. He would make up songs and walk around the house chanting "Da dee, Da dee". When I asked him "Can you say mommy?", he would just look at me with a blank stare. But, I knew he could say mommy, if he wanted to, because he would mimic other kiddos when we visited for play dates.
The hubs was sympathetic to my plight, and would try to get the little man to say mommy. Sitting around the table during dinner he would say to the little guy "Who am I?' while pointing to himself. " Da Dee" the little man would chirp.
"Who is that?" the hubs would say, pointing to me, "Da Dee!" the little man would say once again. This time with the biggest toothy smile as if he just knew he was messing with my emotions.
But then one day it happened. Standing up in his bed in the morning the little man shouted "Ma Mee!". I was so excited, I didn't even mind that it was 5AM. I jumped right out of bed and ran into his room to scoop him up. The usual ritual, only before it started with "Da Dee".
I'm sure you can see where this story is headed right? Flash forward 6 weeks later. Everything starts with "Ma Mee!".
Ma Mee!, uh o.
Ma Mee!, ball.
Ma Mee!, hi!
Ma Mee!, some unintelligible banter.
I know, right? I just couldn't wait for him to call me mommy. And now "Ma Mee" is the opening act for almost every performance of the toddler babblethon. It's my alarm clock every morning and my daily alert to the end of every nap.
It's especially fun when we wait on line in the store and he proceeds to chant "Ma Mee!, "Ma Mee!" with each "Ma Mee!" getting louder. Yeah. That's my boy.
Be careful what you wish for right?
But I secretly love it!
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