Giddy

She said it. She said it. She said it.

She doesn’t know what the heck it means, but none the less, she said it.

I thought I heard it last night, but the Hubby wasn’t there to confirm it. He dismissed that it happened.

But today, there was no mistaking it – the Ladybug said string after string after string of Mmmmmaa Mmmmmaa Mmmmmaa Mmmmmaa Mmmmmaa. It was precious.

For more than a week, the little one has enjoyed declaring DaDaDaDaDaDaDaDaDa.

I’d say, “Olivia – Say MaMa.” She’d giggle, give me her sneakiest look and loudly proclaim, “DA DA DA DA DA.”

Like I said, I know the Mmmmmaas are just another one of her jabberings on the way to real conversations. I know she doesn’t yet associate herself sayings Mas or Das with me or the Hubby.

Doesn’t matter. She said it, and I’m happy.

Mmmmmaa Mmmmmaa and Miss Olive celebrating St. Patty's Day last week.