I’ve mentioned before that David doesn’t say mama. He doesn’t, but that isn’t the entire story. David CAN say mama, he just won’t. Or, rather, he won’t call me Mama. Usually he doesn’t call me anything, but when he has to he calls me Mommy, which sounds like “Nah-EE”.
David also seems to be really good at learning words he wants to say. I only had to say the word airplane once and now he’s getting his master’s degree in the science of finding and identifying airplanes.
Words and phrases that would help me get through the day aren’t as enticing…words I repeat several times a day, like “more” or “all done.” For example, instead of saying “up” David would rather just hurl his body at our bed or his chair and scream. I guess, to him, it’s just as effective.
If David doesn’t know the name for something he makes it up. That lemon is an apple, the car is a bus, the 40-lb possum that’s been terrorizing our neighborhood is a “meow,” and the sound machine? The sound machine is a daddy.
He labels lots of things in our house “mommy” or “daddy.”
For example, some “daddy” items are: our camera, the remote control, my knitting bag, tortilla chips, photos of Tom. Photos of me.
The only consistent “mommy” item is a Virginia Tech sweatshirt that’s actually Tom’s, but I wear it all the time.
Even though most everything is a daddy, every now and then he finds a mommy item. I like to think that he’s more selective. He can’t label just anything a mommy. For example, he was flipping through a magazine and saw an ad for some sort of diet program. The ad featured a model showing off her toned body, frolicking on the beach in a red bikini. And when he saw it, he looked up at me and shouted “NAH-EEE!!”
It’s just good to know he’s been paying attention.