Ma. Mama. Mum. Mom. Momma. Mommy.

Emerson is going through what can only be called a verbal explosion. She is like a parrot, and not only repeats everything we say, but remembers things too.

For example, I asked her what she thought about a particular baby name for her sister while rubbing my belly. I said the name a few times. She repeated it. And now she comes up to my belly and calls it "baby" and "That name." I'm not going to say the name because it's no longer in consideration so I don't want you to get attached to it. But now I know that you can't assign a name to something unless you want it to stick.

I also love her interpretation of certain words. She calls Aunt Mackenzie "Kiki." She calls broccoli "Bockley." Toodles is affectionately known as "Oh Too!"

But the best word ever??? She has gone from calling me "Mama" to "Mommy." I don't know why, but it makes me want to cry. I'm someone's Mommy. It's no longer just the easiest sounds that she can put together. No. She sees me and says "Hi mommy!"

I'm a mommy. Sigh. I love that girl more than she will ever know.

And I promise it sounds way cuter than this: