Two nights ago during our nightly bedtime book reading, we happened upon a page that has forever frustrated me and exaserbated the "Mommy" issue. There is an illustration of a Mommy and Daddy sleeping. We tried, in vain, to get him to say "Mommy" again but all he would utter was "Daddy." And then...it happened. Jason asked, "Brogan, where's the Mama?" Well, that did it. Something in him clicked. It was like a light went on and he had suddenly discovered what to call me. For the past two days, at least half his words have been "Mama" or "Mamamamama" over and and over again. I love it. It really warms my heart in a I-didn't-know-what-I-was-missing kind of a way. And, more importantly, he seems truly satisfied to have learned my name.
Kids are amazing.