Mama Show

It's official, Troy is now saying, "mama."  And since I made such a big deal about him saying, "dada" first, I was directed to put a post out about this latest accomplishment.  When I say he's saying it, I should clarify that he's saying it a lot...like all the time now...especially after he wakes up from naps, or bumps his head, or is hungry, or is tired, or is playing, or is crawling around exploring, or is sitting staring out the window.  And my wife is eating it up!

Her favorite part is how Troy's face will light up and he'll break into a toothy smile, saying, "mama, mama" every time he sees her.  I don't get that.  Not one, "dada" when he sees me.  I'm just flying liver now.  I've been downgraded.  I'm no longer the favorite.  I only live to serve a functional purpose.  It's the mama show now.

But I can't hold it against the little guy, because he's so adorable when he does it.  For example, I love when he's crawling around the house, looking for my wife.  He calls out to her, "mama, mama," like some sort of echo location.  He waits for her to answer, "mama's here, baby," because how can she not answer that sweet call, and then he follows the sound of her voice.  Usually, she's getting ready in the bathroom, so he'll go all over the kitchen and then head into the bedroom, round the corner to the bathroom door, see her in the bathroom combing her hair or something, sit down at the door, and smile adoringly at her saying, "mama, mama."  And he has different intonations of the word.  Like this one is less echo location and more, "There she is, the most beautiful woman in the world, my mother.  And I found her."