The Pea-face has been babbling for a while now. Of course Da-da came out first, much to Eric’s delight and my dismay. (Seriously! How can he be 2 for 2?? I’m the one that pushed them both out and breastfed them.) But, today! Oh today, the Pea started saying Mama!
She started wrapping her tongue around the M sound right after she spit Da-da out for the first time. But, today she said it and meant it! (I mean, I’m pretty sure she meant it.) She was all “mama” -slap me in the face- “mama” -slap, slap, slap- ‘ma-ma.” Then lunch time rolled around. I plopped her in the high chair and headed over to the cupboard. AND she’s all “mmmm… mmmm… MAMA MAMA!!” I turned around and she was waving at me! Yep–I’d say she know’s what it means! (take that da-da!) Cheesy-face.
I can’t help but think of the Danger-man at a time like this. His first word was Daddy. (Like, for reals, not just babble). But he would not say Mommy or Mama- (at least not to my face— according to Eric, he’d ask for ‘Mommy’ when I wasn’t around.) He did, however, call me Daddy and then by my ACTUAL NAME for like 6 months after he started talking. It always made him collapse into giggles. Apparently, he thought it was hilarious. (I’m glad somebody did, let’s just say I didn’t. I won’t recount all the tears here. But, don’t worry, what happens next is soo cute I forgave him.)
Fast-forward to the Danger-man and I flipping through a toy magazine. The Danger-man points to Batman and says “atman” (yes…he said batman [sort of] among other things, like turtle and kitty, before he would call me ‘mommy.’ Don’t rub it in.) But, then he sees Wonder Woman. He looks at her, looks at me, looks back at her and points to her and says “Mommy!” (eeefff yeah!)