And my husband has been loving it. Sure, he said "mama" before he said "dada" but that doesn't matter. Because "daddy" is official and cool and a real word (or so J seems to think and keeps reminding me!)
I'll be honest, there's some jealousy on my behalf. D is a traitor, and I just have to learn to accept that.
Before he was talking, I never liked the idea of being called "mama" My grandma was Mama. And while it is great as a grandparents nickname, it seemed a bit... hick, if you will, as a parents title. I didn't want to be called mama. I wanted to be mommy or mom. But the first time he said "mama" to me, I decided I could live with that. Until he learned mommy.
This morning, Jason returned to work after two weeks off. He left in the early hours and sneaked in to give D a snuggle and kiss before leaving, while D was still sound asleep. When I woke him up an hour later, he looks at me, rubs his eyes and mumbles "no. no mommy" and tries to put his head down. I was so excited - he said mommy! So I scoop him up and tried to get him to repeat it. Instead, "mama" comes out.
I seriously feel like my child is doing this to spite me.
He ran around the house, calling out to Jason to see if he was home. I watched him scurry to the bedroom and pull back the shower curtains and check the computer chair - twice - while saying "Daddy" and trying to figure out where J was. He didn't understand when I told him dad was at work. Instead, he just pouted. We called dad to say good morning and to help D understand that Jason was not home. Instead, he lives in my phone - or so my toddler seems to think today. Because every time it makes a noise, I hear "daddy!" and pounding of feet running towards me.
We played puzzles, read books, sang a million songs, went for a nice long walk and even snuggled for a bit. All throughout, I tried getting him to say mommy. But it was still just "mama" (Yes, I know I am trying too hard, but can't blame me for trying!)
After nap, we walked to the recreation center to register for swimming lessons and while there, D let a loud fart go. Like, loud loud. Three receptionists looked over. The four or five people behind me laughed. And the lady beside me asked D "Wow! Who made that loud toot!?"
And D responded "Daddy!"
Suddenly, I'm okay with not being the favorite word.