Eeeeeeeeeeeeee! That is Anthony's vowel of choice. That it what he says when he's happy, frustrated, wants more of something, less of something, so on and so forth. The day I hear mama I will surely cry. I try to get him to say mama about 97 times a day, and each time he looks at me with the same face: that's great mom, keep it up, you're getting better...
He says dada, daddy, babcia, mmm-hmm, aaa-haaa, oooh, and eeesh. And of course Eeeeeeeeeeeee! But no mama. The child who is glued to my hip for most of his (and my) day. But I'm not sad, bitter, or jealous. Nope. Not at all (runs to a corner to cry...). He'll say it eventually. And when he does, I will be on cloud 9 for months.
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