Lexie has yet to say her first word–like her brother, she’s definitely taking this whole talking thing at her own pace. But her babbles are becoming a lot more varied and purposeful so I assume it’s only a matter of time.
Naturally, I’m angling to get “mama” to be her first word. Unfortunately, I undermined my own plans by accidentally creating a game of having Lexie repeat “dada” whenever she hears “mama.” (Yes, Steve loves it.) I do think she does call for me at times–whenever she’s upset and really wants me, we’ll hear, “Mummum, mummum, mummummummum…!” until I come.
So today, as I sat in my chair, Lexie left her toys and came over to stand next to me, pulling herself up on the side table. I was keeping my eye on her, as said table is piled high with various knitting and cross-stitch accoutrement. Suddenly, I heard her say, “Mummum!”
I gave her my full attention at that, quite delighted–she was saying it without prompting and without being in distress. “Did you say ‘mummum,’ sweetie?” I asked.
Lexie gave me that adorable toothless grin, pointed firmly at the yarn in the yarn bowl next to me, and repeated decisively, “Mummum!”