Say Mama

I remember when EM was a wee one just starting to talk.  He loved to say "dada".  I was sit across from him with my little heart broken wondering why won't you say "mama"?  I'm the one who feeds you the good stuff.  I give you the best baths and keep you bottom nice and happy.  Not that daddy didn't contribute, but this was the argument in my head.  Tonight after my dear niece gave EM a bath and put EM in the bed, she reports that EM wanted to see me.  I'm like OK, let me finish the last few minutes of my movie and I'll go up there.  There was like 5 minutes, seriously left in the movie.  Then I hear, "Mommy, Mommy, mommy, mommy.  Mommy!  Mommy?  Mama!  Hey Babe!  mommy!  Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy...." {'Hey babe" is what daddy says to get mommy's attention.} My niece is like, I think he's calling you.  I'm like who taught that kid that I was mommy?  Ahhhhh, I did.  I drilled it into his curly little head, when he was going through that dada phase. Lo and behold, it stuck!  LOL  I pause my movie and head upstairs.  He smothers me with kisses, tells me good night and professes his love for his ol' mommy.  :)  Melts my heart!

Disco duck aka Babylove #2 is having a disco party in my belly.  He likes to hang out, curled into a "C" on my right side, where he kicks and pushes on my belly.  Every now and again, he'll do a little Riverdance that his Auntie D taught him.  I'm loving this.  I really miss that I didn't get to experience this with Babylove #1 aka EM.  But I'm so thankful that I get to experience it now and hope that he doesn't flip upside down and start his little Riverdance in my ribs.  Fingers crossed.