I Have a Title!

My child is a da-da's boy for sure, as he has been calling his father dada for over a year now.  I generally have felt like I was just that lady who is always around to change my pants, hook me up with some food, and keep me safe. He could say the word mama from about 14 months of age, but I don't think that he really make the association in the word and who I am until finally now!  The other day he caught a glimpse of my driver's license (and lord knows how he knew it was me based on the quality photo) he pointed to it and said MA-MA.  Hooray! I took that as an invitation to show him all the pictures of me around the house so he could say it over and and over.  MELT.  Yesterday, I had been in his room with him and then had to head downstairs for a moment, when next thing I knew he was at the top of the stairs at the gate screaming for maaaa-maaaaa.  Another tug at the heartstrings.  I know that eventually this name calling will begin to tire, but I have waited 9 months of pregnancy and 20 months of life to get to this point, and I am going to relish the heck out of it.