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He Said Momma!

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Okay, so he said momma a few weeks ago...sue me! LOL! I have been meaning to blog this for a while but I am sure everyone out there in the motherhood knows that "down time" is minimal. Anyway, I just love hearing him say momma. He says it with so much love. Side note: I am definitely aware of the fact that one day I will be saying, "That is not my name right now." (That is what my mother used to tell me whenever I kept nagging her. It was pretty hilarious). Hearing your child say momma is like the second right of passage into mommydom, with the first being the birth of your baby. I feel so priviledged and honored to be this child's mommy.

By the way, Desi is 9 months old now and he is starting to do some new silly and cute things. I'll look at Desi and say, "Munchie, give me kissy!" I will pucker my lips and make the kissy sound. He will click his tongue to mimic the sound! It is too cute. He has the biggest smile when he does it. I just love it. The other day, I was buckling him into his car seat and I swear he gave me kissy (clicking his tongue) without prompting. I was so excited and moved to tears. My baby knows what he is doing. Oh how he is growing!

Please mommies, tell me the moment your lovey said Momma and how it made you feel. Also, share what kinds of new things you saw your lovey do at 9 months of age.

Night, Night!

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  1. AnonymousNovember 30, 2011 at 12:34 AM

    I will never forget the first time you said Mommie to me. I now hear you say mommy, mom, mama and ma and they all have a special reason and meaning. My grandson will say them too and you will know the difference.

    Love, Mom

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