Who's Your Mama?

Libby has a fairly wide range of words for her age--none of which are the word "Daddy."  As the one who spends the most time with her, it makes me sad.  I'll be changing her diaper and the entire time she's saying, "Momma, mom-mom-mom, Momma."  And I'll reply with, "Your momma is at work."  A couple of days ago, I realized that I AM Momma.

While Rach was holding her, Elizabeth pointed to me, held out her hands and said, "Momma."   Since then, I've noticed that when she says, "Momma", she is looking right at me or coming towards me--usually because I have food.

This is one man that is proud to be a Momma.  Now, if I can just teach her to say "Hey, Lady" when Rach gets home from work.