In Context

This afternoon, Sydney woke up from her nap and yelled, "Mama!" I opened her door and her hands went crazy as she looked at me, smile on her face, and she said once again, "Mama." I gave her the biggest hug when I scooped her up. She made my day.

5pm rolled around (aka the witching hour) and my sleepy baby started whining, arms reaching out for me, and she cried, "Mama!" I picked her up for a snuggle and a walk around the living room and she's soothed.

6pm and Jason came home from work. He ate yummy baked beans in front of Sydney as she stared at him and yelled, "Dada!" He gave her a taste and she smiled with satisfaction. A communication barrier is broken. She was pleased.

After her second dinner of the night, she enjoyed an hour of playtime with Jason, frequently taking a break to look up at him and say "Dada." I don't know what was more beautiful, hearing her say her Daddy's name, or seeing her Daddy's face as she said it.

Ever since Sydney was born, Jason and I were in competition over what her first word would be. We were convinced it was going to be Mama or Dada. Each of us were convince it was going to be them. I'm not sure what the odds were of having her first two words happen in the same day, and be THOSE words in context, but it was pretty incredible.

I love my family.