Mommy…Mommy…Mommy!

Well the day I longed for has finally come (actually it came about 2 months ago, but I’m a little behind with my posts). Lilla’s finally calling me Mommy. And it’s all. the. time. I love it. I really do, but boy is that kid relentless. She literally doesn’t give up. And we’ve learned that she doesn’t like it if Mommy is paying attention to anyone but her. It’s cute and a little trying on the old patience. I mean how do you tell an 18-month-old not to interrupt? She doesn’t even know what ‘interrupt’ means. But that’s okay. I’m soaking up all the “Mommy!” that I can now, because I know some day down the road (teenage years), her tone will take a turn.