Benedict Arnold

Harmon is a traitor, a turncoat, a Benedict Arnold! The first time I noticed this behavior was when we dropped him off with PERFECT STRANGERS the first day of day care. He had no idea who those people were yet he gave them all big smiles – smiles that we had tried for months to get. These people could have been ax murderers, escapees from the W.J. Maxey Boys Training School, who knows! All in all, not fair. Well, this past Sunday, he continued this trend. Although he's been babbling a lot, when he woke up that morning, it was like someone flipped a switch and, all of a sudden, it was da-da-da-da-da! ALL DAY LONG!

I should have expected it but I figured all the work BOTH Kevin and I had been doing on ma-ma-ma-ma-ma might just reap some benefits! I know dada is easier to say and I know most kids say dada first (me and my sisters did) but it still hurts a little bit. My Mom asked me, “Did it break your heart?” And I replied, “Yeah, it did!” Now I know how she felt all those years! I mean, come on, was ma-ma too much to ask for, kid? I was miserable for nine months, followed by 27 hours of labor with four hours of pushing and then, to top it all off, a lovely c-section! Not to mention the three thankless months I was on maternity leave just hoping for some kind of acknowledgement to all the things I was doing each and every day (most of the time, without a shower)!

When it all comes down to it, though, I am happy about the talking and the chatter and the jabber and what not! It’s so cute to listen to him babble all the time! I guess I should just be happy the talking is coming along a lot quicker than the sitting up – ugh!