Way back a few months ago I gleefully wrote about how Baby Zs first word was “Mamama“. I was over soo over the moon and walked around like the proud mummy I was. I told anyone that listened and it was my opener to every conversation for days. Good times…
Well, fast forward a couple of months and things are not as they were. It seems someone has kidnapped my child and erased his memory. He no longer says “Mamama”. No matter how much I try!
His favourite word these days is…”Da Da!”, said with such oomph and vigour. His little face lights up like he is recalling the image of his Daddy’s face at that very instant. Any time I try to get him to say “mama” he looks at me blankly. Sometimes I swear I even catch a glimpse of him looking at me like “oh she’s off again”, and possibly an eye roll, and he shimmies down from my lap quickly and toddles off for safety.
And not only that! But he even points to his “Da Da!”.
(The best is when he hears “Da Da!” has come home from work. He stops in his tracks when he hears the car pull up on our drive and drops whatever toy is in his hand. Then, with sheer baby excitement, he crawls as fast as he can to the living room door and waits, bum parked on the floor, pointing, for “Da Da!” to walk in and pick him up).
His other favourite word is “Iiiiiight” (Light). Again, with equal amount of enthusiasm and full pointing at any light he happens to see.
So. In summary… The word pecking order these days seems to go..
1. “Da Da!”