This morning I woke to hear DH saying, "I’ll get her." as my mind cleared, I realized that the baby crying in my dream was actually my baby crying in reality. I heard DH drop the crib rail, then I heard K proclaim indignantly, "Ma Ma, Ma-Ma-Ma!" Well, she knows which parent is the nursing parent, and this is the first time she’s said Mama! Last week she looked at a photo of DH on the fridge and cooed "eh Dwa Da!" She has been greeting him by name ever since, but not me, not until today!
My musings on our homeschool, coop, figuring out what my educational philosophy is anyway, and will I ever make curtains for the rest of the appartment?
I love baby talk! I'm so glad you heard that Ma-ma-ma and didn't only get a report from DH later! We're enjoying the first confirmable words over here, too. Unfortunately, Ma-ma-ma was heard at 3:30 a.m. here, too!
Blessings,
Annie