Finally!

Finally, finally, finally. He's calling me Mama! After a onetimer last week, he began calling me Mama yesterday, all day long! Now, we'll see if this is an ongoing trend. With all the finallys, can you tell I'm excited?

Oh, and I don't normally put my children to sleep on the couch in stained up oversized t-shirts. We went to the flea market a few weeks ago, and discovered when we stopped by my parents house that he was soaked through. An out grown shirt from my youngest brother (destined for the ragbag) was pilfered, and then I just left it on since we were having a messy supper that night.
Just thought I'd explain.