86 Weeks And Counting

It is now 86 weeks and counting since The Baby was born.  She still has big personality, she is still beautiful, and she still refuses to say Mama.

I was going to lead off with a condensed list of all the other wonderful words she has learned to say this week, but instead I have more disturbing news to report.  I stand here before you today shame-faced.  The Baby has learned to call me "Boss Lady."

For years my husband has called me "Boss Lady."  When he couldn't get The Baby to say "Hey Lady" he decided to switch tactics and started referring to me as "Boss Lady" instead.  The Baby obviously liked this moniker better.

Yes, I admit that I have lost the battle with my husband.  I am, however, determined to stay strong. I will not lose the war.  The Baby calling me "Boss Lady" is a small and unfortunate setback.

I am still feeling optimistic.  In fact, I have taken this as a sign that I should indeed investigate child language programs that specialize in Ferengi.  I think The Baby would especially thrive in a course that offered instruction in culture as well as language.  I would like to personally thank John for this suggestion.

I am also feeling energized by the new movement I have started. It seems that more and more people are now referring to their age in weeks instead of years.  Who would have thought a little blog post like mine could be responsible for such shift.  Thank you Vonskippy for being such a great promoter of the movement. I owe you so much.

In close I would like to say that despite all the setbacks of this week I remain confident. I know that week 87 will be the week The Baby says Mama.  I will keep you posted.