Yesterday, a few hours after I wrote the blog, and mentioned that William was saying "MumMumMum" pretty often, and could point to me when asked "Where is Mommy?", BUT that he had yet to call me by name... it happened.
He was on his changing table (one of the only places where he is a "captive audience" these days, and therefore where we have many a conversation), babbling, and suddenly looked up at me, POINTED, and said, "Mom."
I died.
It wasn't even a rambling "MaMaMaMaMa," it was so distinct.
"Mom."
This rivals the first smile.
Yes, William Wesley, I'm your Mom.
:)
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