Well, all it took was me ignoring my son for a solid day and a half – but he’s finally calling me Mommy! Well, a rendition of Mommy, sounds more like ‘Mowma’ – but I’ll take it! I was pretty busy with wedding prep, and girl time, so Erik took my little monster to Grandma’s house Friday for a sleepover.

Erik said distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I think he may have been practicing with Nate all day and into Saturday. He returned from Grandma’s house Sunday, he asked for me by name… I may have teared up a little bit. 🙂 He gets it right now about two-thirds of the time, but I think that’s pretty good after a solid year of calling me Dadda!




The Mother

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