The Betrayal

Yes, it is true. I have been betrayed. It always starts out so rosy and then it happens! You sacrifice your figure, your perky breasts, and your super-human metabolism and bam the thanks is forgotten! You're their food, their comfort 90% of the day, and the parent they are most attached to. Their first sound they make is "mmmmmmmm" (you see where I'm going with this) you're hopeful that YOUR child will be among the few, the proud, the brilliant! And then one day your still very smart, intelligent, and advanced son, my son, opens his mouth and says "Dada!"

What?! Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! 30 hours of labor and Dada gets to be called first? I tried to deny it. I tried to chalk it up to "it's just the sounds he's working out" he had been working with babababa for a while. I even attempted to negotiate a compromise with Ace and have BALL be his first word. No dice. Communication broke down somewhere between bababa and the raspberries. So that's it, it has been established. The betrayal has been executed. My son has uttered his first word: "Dada" (YAY!!!)

My only solace to this tragic thrilling event is that while I am convinced he does recognise Loving Husband as "dada" (because he looks up at LH and will start saying dadadadadada and reaching for him) he also says it just to hear himself talk to his toys, in the car, on the changing table..... :) But you can't deny their love for each other, I mean look at 'em! And I really am thrilled (and betrayed)! My son uttered his first word a little over 6.5 months old! He's a smartie that one!