When I was pregnant with Leo, Erin and I decided she would be "Mama" and I would be "Mommy." One of Leo's first words was "Mama," and he has gone on to say many things, but he still hasn't mastered "Mommy."
Instead, he calls me "Dee-Dee."
I'm not sure if this is something that a speech therapist could explain--is there something about the formation of the word "Mommy" that's difficult to say? It's a bit of a mystery. I guess I could write his ST a note in his book and see what she thinks. At this point it's just sort of funny. I'm Dee-Dee. Of course I am.
Over the winter break Leo had a bit of a communication explosion. This sounds a little messy, so perhaps "breakthrough" is a better word. He became That Kid. The one who is constantly tugging on his mommy's pant leg, calling to her from the backseat, yelling to her from the couch, shouting to her from the bottom of the stairs: Dee-Dee! Dee-Dee! It was as if he was saying, "Mommy, look at me! Look at what I'm doing/what I did/what I'm going to do!" And since he can't always tell me what he's doing, I often have to stop and look so that he can show me. It could get a little annoying, but it was also wonderful. It has also forced me to take on a very zen tone in the house. I sometimes want to get exasperated at the 90th "Dee-Dee" of the day. But I am also overjoyed. Leo is talking. Leo wants to talk to Me. Who cares what he calls me. He knows I'm his Mommy.
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