Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Master P's First Words: An American Tragedy

In a weekend episode I like to recall as the "You'll Live to Regret This When You Come Begging Me For Your First Car Incident", my darling child - the one I carried for those 40 weeks of unending naps and cookie consumption - toddled over to me as we played the "Where's That?" game during a Sunday afternoon of loafing around pretending to watch watching football.

"Where's Dada?" I chirped as the Anonymous Husband walked into the room. Beaming, Master P swiftly turned from me, pointed a finger at the AH, and, for the first time, proudly proclaimed "Dada!" in the direction of the "Dada" in question.


"Yay!" we squealed, excited to see him connect the person with the word. I smugly congratulated myself on the genius of our firstborn as I next asked,"Where's your dog?"


"Doh!" he cheerfully replied, clearly gesturing at the Pretty Pug. Though the phrasing sounded a tad more Homer Simpson than canine related, we counted it in the "Word / Proof of Eventual Early Admission to Princeton" column (there you go, Ms. Privilege!).

Because pride goeth before a fall - or is it my waistline, I can never remember - I smugly proceeded with, "Where's Mama?", confident my child prodigy would nail three in a row. I was greeted with that same self-satisfied grin . . . and, scene. No pointing, no "Mama" - just a long enough pause for my wee darling CEO to lose interest and the AH to silently gloat during my "You know who Mama is, right? RIGHT?" bleating.

You may think I'm preoccupied with nursing my broken mama heart or something weird like just being pleased my kid is talking full stop, but you forget one important thing - I may have feelings, but above all else I'm vindictive. Conveniently, I've recently been named the family historian, so guess what's actually going in that infernal baby book as Master P's first word? She who bears witness to history gets to revise accordingly, or something like that.

You heard it here - or didn't - first.

10 comments:

Mrs. Smith said...

Who's to say is first word wasn't last week? Of course it was "Mama"! He just didn't want to say it at that particular time because he'd been saying it for days and wanted to try something new. OF COURSE!

Annabel Manners said...

Revisionist history = a mommy's indisputable right and privilege. Master P is the CUTEST!

Erin said...

HAHA, too funny. Of course he wouldn't say mama. That would be too good, right? At least now, if he wants something in the middle of the night he'll say dada! HA! I'd say you're the winner of this battle :)

LPC said...

All is now right with the world:). And since he believe you are THE WHOLE WORLD, of course you don't need a separate word:).

Kate said...

This post cracks me up. H's first word was "cleanup." Apparently I am a bit too into cleaning and organizing. He didn't say any form of mama or mommy for months after he started talking. Finally he just went to mommy and skipped mama.

Mrs S said...

lol!

for a different kind of girl said...

I'm going to tell you it gets better, because in a few years, you're going to be hearing "Hey, Mom?" 43,293 times a day. Trust me, it's like poetry.

:)

Samma said...

How adorable is he! I love the picture of him loving on your dog! Also, who is to say you are revising history? Maybe that's just how you remembered it- I feel that is my Mama handles things. . .

Perfectly Imperfect said...

That picture of him and the pup is precious. BG's first word was also "dada" although I say it's just easier sounds. However, I got "Mommy" before he got "Daddy". Win.

The Preppy Princess said...

Awwww, what a sweet (and very funny) post Miss Pretty! I'm with LPC on this one, you are omniMommy, no separate word necessary at this point. Because you are everything!

Sending you a smile,
tp

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