She said it!

Last evening while I was changing Moppet's diaper and chatting to her, she looked me in the eye and said, clear as a bell: "Mama"

Trumpet blasts sounded in my head; in the distance, a choir of angels hit the high notes.

I jumped up and screamed, and did a little jig.

"Say that again, baby!"

"Mama!"

More screaming, and another jig.

Moppet understood. So this is the magic word that turns mommy into a dancing dervish. What fun!

"Mama!" she said again, experimentally.

Same effect. The dervish was now engaged in a dance that looked like a cross between head banging and the twist.

"Mama, mama, mama, mamamama!" Moppet yelled, sliding off the bed and joining in the excitement.

We danced and jumped and yelled. Just the two of us - Moppet and her newly christened Mama.

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I am strongly tempted to record this as Moppet's first word, but I fear I would be less than honest if I did.

For the last week or so, she has been pointing at various objects around the house and saying 'Dis', and sometimes 'Dat'.

It's probably because of my obssessive habit of pointing out things to her saying "What's this, baby?" and then answering my own question.

I've been waiting for someone to ask if she's talking yet.

Just to be able to answer "Oh, she says dis and dat!" :-))