Amma

This morning, while I was preparing Noah's milk, he was being very whiny  and just wanted to be held. He crawled over to me and grabbed onto my leg. He kept pulling my pjs back and forth while attempting to stand and oh yeah, he was crying throughout it all. I had to make sure his milk wasn't falling all over the place while holding my leg at that perfect angle to prevent him from falling down. All I could do was verbally console him. "It's ok mama.." (As per Tahmeed, I should be calling him baba. Who cares, it's 2015, AMIRIGHT or AMIRIGHT?!)

"Umm mum mum mum...umm mum mum mum.." *tug on leg* "umm mum mum mum.." *tugs some more* "umm mum.." 

And then it hit me!! He's calling me! "Amma"! Those are the babbling sounds he never makes so I know it's true! Yes, he loves me, he really loves me! 

And I continue to fall in love over and over again. Sighs...