By George, I Think She's Got It

Surely there was a time when I was complaining that B just couldn't get the words "Da Da" out and that she was calling both of us "Ma Ma". Those days seem so long ago now, and I feel like I am of less importance (which I know is not the case...it was just so enjoyable to hear "Ma Ma" all the time).

I can't describe the cuteness that I witnessed this morning. Even though her bed has been turned into a toddler bed, she kind of hangs out in there waiting for someone to get her in the morning (when she sleeps there all night), and when no one comes, she will then get up and find her way to one of us. This morning as I was getting ready for work, I heard her start to stir. Then I heard the following conversation that she was having with herself:

(In sweet, soft voice)

"Ma Ma?"
"Da Da?"

(PAUSE)

"Ma Ma."
"Da Da."
"Moo Moo."
"Bow Wow."
"Da Da."
"Da Da."
"Ma Ma."
"Oli-fia."
"Da Da."

(PAUSE)

"Da Da?"

(BRIEF PAUSE)

"Da Da?"

(BRIEF PAUSE)

"Ma Ma?"

(BRIEF PAUSE)

"Ma Ma?"
"Da Da?"

(PAUSE)

(Wrestling around)

(Footsteps heard coming towards door)

(Door opens and out comes child holding her blankie and Bow Wow)

(Bright bathroom lights blind child, so squinting instills)

(Squints at Ma Ma)

"Da Da?"

"Da Da bye bye," I say.

(And then in whiney voice)

"Da Da? Da Da. Da Da."

(And now crying)

"But Ma Ma's here. Let me get you your buh-buh."

Smiles.