She said it!

Those who know me know I'm nowhere near being a chocoholic. Yet I'm just about ready to inhale this pan of  low-fat brownies. Now that I got that off my chest and it has absolutely nothing to do with this entry, let me tell you what happened.

Z finally said her first French word last week which is papa (means daddy). I am stoked! She's been watching her videos and listening to a CD since she was just a few months old. It was easier to make sure she heard it when she was younger. Now that's she's mobile she will stay in her room to watch bits and pieces. Some days she watches the entire lesson without leaving her room. Anyway, my ultimate goal is to get her in a French immersion school. Why French? I say why not. I would like for her to be bilingual. Whether she continues with speaking French after high school is up to her. There are so many benefits to being bilingual and that's another subject for another day. To get back to papa, she loves saying that word and I love hearing it even if she's calling me daddy. She even sings it to me several times a day.When she watches her lesson I hear her saying papa as instructed. Makes me smile each and every time.

So last night we went to hang out at the coffee shop. Teri was occupying Z by teaching her to say mama. After a minute or so she says it plain as day! I heard it but when she said it the second time I saw it. Almost as if she said it in slow motion and the letters literally came out of her mouth. Well that's how I felt when I saw and heard my daughter (I'm still in shock that I got pregnant and now I'm a mom ) call me mama for the first time ever. She's my sweet pea even though she's working on her terrible two. I look forward to hearing her next French and/or English words.