You will know I am on a mission to get Baby Z to say “Mummy!”. So far, so rubbish. I’ve tried various ways to get him to say it and you will regularly catch me using any perceived golden opportunity to mouth “MUUUU MEEE!” in slow, exaggerated fashion. You know, in case he needs further lessons.
He looks at me, eyes lit up, a delighted face, recognition and love emanating from his entire being, points, and with all the volume he can muster shouts “DAAAA DAAAAA!!”. Then claps. Damn it!
I have become Daadaa! Well, I think I have. Unless he thinks I am resembling my other half more and more and mistaking me for him. God.
Hmmm, what else could I do?
So, my new grand plan is to turn it into a game. Baby Z loves games. Pointing is the game of the week. “Where’s the light??” is his favourite and he will stop anything he is doing to throw himself into pointing at the light. Oh yes. We will use the pointing game!
We started with “Where’s Baby Z?”. After a lot of showing who “Baby Z” is, he will now, very cutely, pat himself with both hands and look very pleased with himself. Success! Next on my cunning plan…. “Where’s mummy?”, and lots of patting myself, again in exaggerated fashion. I watch him watching me, concentrating, absorbing this golden piece of information. Finally!
So I try “Where’s mummy??”.
He flashes me a huge smile, raises his hands and….pats himself.
Umm, no no baby, *I* am mummy.
It doesn’t work. For 3 days straight now, he has been patting himself everytime I ask where mummy is.