Two nights ago, at 3am, I finally heard those wonderful words from my daughter - MAMA. Let me preface this by saying that my dear husband, fondly known as "DA-DAW" around here, has been enjoying his name on a daily basis. If he enters a room, comes home for work, or even if he is seen in a picture, there it is - "DA-DAW." Even my Father-in-Law, who we see 2x a year, got Pop-Pop!
Until two nights ago, if you asked her, she would say MAMA, but that's about it. Well, that has all changed. While I have heard it upon entering a room, and when my picture flashes across the computer screen (we are a bit obsessed with watching family pic slide shows these days), but mainly, I hear it at oh, 3am when we want out of our crib. Usually it's a blood curdling scream. Nothing sweet about it. It's certainly effective - because no self-serving human could listen to it and not rescue whoever was screaming it.
And that's about it.