Sometimes you just don’t know how things are going to hit you. I headed home lastnight as usual, picked Zach up from day care, drove home, went inside, and started getting ready for dinner. I put Zach in the highchair with some snacks while I got his food ready. I was talking and playing with him as I moved around the kitchen and stopped by to give him a little kiss on the cheek. As I turned away from his chair, he belted out "Mama!"
I turned back around to see him and he proceeded to yell out "Mamamamamamamamama!" Seriously, the kid has been saying "Dada" since Christmas and I was getting a little tired of it all. He did say "Mama" a couple of weeks ago, but I think it was purely an experiment with sounds. This time, he knew what he was saying.
I know they say that babies don’t associate words and meanings, but my kid is smart and he knows what he’s saying. When Hubby walks into the room he says "Dada" and this morning every time I walked away from him he would say "Mama".
Do you have any idea how hard it is not to just swoop him up and smother him in kisses when he calls out to me? Maybe I’m making a big deal out of it, but every time I hear him say it, it just makes my heart melt. It is so nice that he now has a word to use instead of crying when he wants me!