Finn said it tonight and he meant it. Dave was feeding him bananas in the other room, and he bit the spoon in an unpleasant way and began to cry. And then he fucking totally said it. Purposefully.
Mama.
An unbelievable feeling. Stomach dropped. I ran in there. I'm tied to him with the cord of all cords. I love that baby in a way for which I have no precedent.
Merry Christmas to me.
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Merry Christmas Mama!
yay yay yay!
Woah. Huge wonderful excellent gift! Nothing compares to that. Sigh!
Enjoy it, Mama.
:)
**quietly sobs at desk**
What a Christmas gift.
You know, I bet he already had a sound that he called you, even if y'all didn't already know it.
Sublime! But wait 'til he says, "I love you, Mommy". Yeah, that's right. Happened last week. I almost passed out from the lack of breathing. Just when you think it you're already there...
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