Zoey Says



She says, “Mama,” you guys.  Not the string of mamamamama that she’s been doing for months now, not the pointing that clearly means ‘hey-you-with-the-Oreos-hand-them-over-and-no-one-gets-hurt’ in baby talk. She says, “Mama.”

Because that’s my name.

She’s been saying ‘Da’ and occasionally ‘Daddy’ for a while now to get Greg’s attention. But not Mama–until now. Now she looks at me with those little blue eyes and says, “Mama?”

Then I say, “What, Baby?”

And at the same time, I mop up my heart that has melted all over the floor.


About cdhoose

I'm a mom to an amazing little girl and have another little one on the way. I live in Upstate New York with my fiance and daughter, 2 big, crazy dogs and a 3-legged cat (who has an attitude). I hate know-it-alls, Lindsay Lohan and socks with holes in them. I always seem to get myself into trouble (which entertains my fiance to no end), but I try hard to be a good parent. Also, I occasionally work on scrapbooking the fifty billion pictures I've taken of my kid. And I like ice cream. The end.

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