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January 30, 2008
Two boys, two stories.
Jonah
This morning, as with most mornings, I went to wake Jonah up shortly after 6:30 am. As Jon mentioned in yesterday's post, Jonah is very THREE right now and while he used to wake up in the morning and spend the first hour being sweet and docile, he now wakes up and whines, which is exacerbated if there is any sort of hurrying to be done. So, being the excellent mother that I am, I wake him up about 45 minutes before we actually have to go anywhere so as to give him time to hang out in the morning. Anyway...this morning as I entered his dark room I heard his voice say brightly, "Good morning, Mommy!" To which, I appropriately replied, "Good morning, sweet boy!" Then, because he has had a cold, I asked him how he was feeling. He gave his typical response of, "I feel so well!" (He really does say that every time we ask him how he's feeling). Then he said, "How are you feeling Mommy? Are you feeling so well? Are you feeling so great?" I replied, that indeed, I was feeling just fine. And my lovely firstborn son said, "That's because you are beautiful!" I, of course, said something like, "Thank you! That's so sweet!" To which he replied, "Yes, you are. You really are beautiful!" Seriously, does it get any better than that???
Joshua
Jon has been working with Joshua lately to get him to say Mama. He has been saying Daddy very clearly for a few weeks now, but has refused to say Mama at all (other then when, as an infant, he would chant mamamama over and over as a way of saying he was upset). We look for Daddy, he says Daddy when Jon walks through the door, he asks for Daddy. But as Mommy, I get nuthin'. Okay, so that's not entirely true, but still he's not calling me anything! So one day last week Jon was home with Josh all day and he spent the entire day practicing saying Mama, apparently with some degree of success. Ever since then, Jon has been trying to prompt Josh to say Mama to me, which is mainly met with either a giggle, or worse, complete silence. Ingrate! So, finally, this morning as I was getting him out of his carseat to go into the babysitter's house, he said (totally unprompted!), "Mama!" and grinned. I was thrilled, I was ecstatic! I made a big deal, I cooed, I made a huge fool of myself thinking that I would encourage him to say it again. Fast forward to the end of the day. I get back to Christy's house to pick the boys up and knock on the door. Josh can see me through the little window to the side of the door...he's running, laughing, towards me...and I hear him through the door as he exclaims...."Da-ddy!" Aw, man! Really?
Posted by Jon at January 30, 2008 07:12 PM