You'd think finally hearing the word Mommy would be just peachy. And it is, most of the time ... except that he whines my name and has been saying my husband's name, Dada, since he was nine months old. Why? (No seriously, any thoughts, I'd love to hear them.)
Here's a set of photos of Danny doing his Mommy routine:
(he's got his head between my knees while I'm taking the photos, in case the perspective throws you off here.)
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