The bean actually said “mommy” this weekend and my heart immediately burst from joy.
He’s been saying “mama” for a while but that’s not my name; that’s grandma’s name. Even if you ask him to say “grandma,” he says “mama”. But this weekend, as we were going through a roll-call of family members, he said “mommy.”
Now, he’s known for a while that I’m mommy — he’ll come to me whenever someone asks him “where’s mommy”. But now, when you ask him “where’s mommy,” he points to me and says “mommy.”
He’s not yet at the point where he says “mommy” unprovoked, but I’m sure that’s coming. He’s already gotten to that point with papaBeaner. This weekend, he hopped off my lap after post-wake-up snuggles, grabbed my hand, lead me to our bedroom door, pointed at the doorknob and asked for “dada”. That was a pretty awesome moment too.
Notes To My Beans 