First pigtails? Check. (See above…that was really the only picture I got.)
First black eye? Check.
Talking in 8 word sentences? Check. (She’s added on, now it’s “That’s not nice to say no to me.”)
But, this, I cannot handle.
She has taken to calling me “mom.”
“Mom, I need more milk.” “I need to scoot up, mom.”
Every time she does it, I have to correct her.
“No, sweetie, I’m mommy.”
Later, I quiz her as I point to myself. “Who is this?”
“That is mommy.”
Whew, she got it right. Yesterday.
I’m “mom” again. And it makes me sad. I shouldn’t be “mom” for at least another 20 years, right?