With as nice as the weather has been, this really can’t be a brag. BUT we are off to Florida tomorrow. Asher and I that is. We are heading down a day after Aunt Heather to surprise some extended family. No one but Heather knows we are coming. I am really looking forward to seeing friends and family, and the chance it gives us to get away. This post is more for people who may check it semi-often to say “Keep checking back for pics and stories of our little trip.” Then again this post may be null and void cuz I’m not sure if anyone checks this blog.

So here it is. My ten month old has been saying “Da-da” since he was 6 months old. Not once to this day has he uttered “Ma-ma.” He “mmmmms” when we are eating so the M sound is there. He calls for daddy all the time. Yes, even now, he has started saying “daddy” when Daddy walks out of the room. There is always a certain inflection like he is asking him why he is leaving. My sweet husband likes to tell me that he calls me too, just he doesn’t say mama. Apparently I am any consonant vowel combination he hollers when I leave the room.

This may seem like I am whining or even complaining that my son doesn’t call me by name at his age. However that’s not it. What I want to share is that even though the words are not there, he knows. He knows when I leave a room, so he’ll crawl after to find me. He is aware when I come to pick him up from his Nana’s or the nursery at church; his huge smile screams “Ma-ma.” He needs me to comfort him after he falls and snuggle him before he goes to sleep. Who knows when he will say those precious syllables, but for now, he knows I’m da Momma!