So, Evie officially knows our cats name is Jack and shouts "Ja!" every time she sees him. When Will walks into a room, she grins ear to ear and proclaims "dada!". And, then there is me. She sees me, points, and yells... "dada!". "What's that, Evie? Mama?" I say. She pauses, smiles, and says "dada!".
As we walk down our hallway, it has photos hanging from our wedding. Evie points to a picture of Will and me and says "dada!". I point to Will, look at her, and ask who it is. "Dada" she says. I point to me, say "mamamamamamama", and ask who it is, and once again she pauses, and says "dada!". She's so proud of herself for this that I feel guilty correcting her! On occasion she will say "mama" or something like it, but it's typically when she has a mouthful or is angry about something.
Evie obviously understands some of what we're saying. For example, I was reading her a little book with a lion in it, and I said "lion's roar". She looked at me as I said roar, grinned, and let a grrrrr escape from her mouth. Great. She knows the sound a lion makes, the name of our cat, to wave when someone says "bye bye", but seems to think I'm crazy when I ask her my name and am not thrilled with "dada" as the response.
I've been told that once she starts saying mama or mom and realizes I will respond to it, that she'll never stop. Apparently I should appreciate this lack of call-and-expected-response because all too soon I'll never stop hearing "mom". But you know, the grass is always greener. So, I will pine away to hear those words until I know she really knows them!
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