Alliclaus has finally decided to recognize who the heck I am. This is certainly a nice change from the constant yelling of "Popper" whenever Andrés leaves the house to, you know, work and support our family. For awhile, she seemed like she was getting it. She called Andiclaus "Popper" and if prompted, she would repeat that I was "Momnee." It wasn't perfect, but most of her language skills require at least a little bit of translation, so I was feeling pretty good about it.

Now, she's asking for me and pointing me out in pictures unprompted. It's pretty awesome. Except that apparently Momnee required too much effort, so I am now Mon. I'm really not prepared for my kid to go from Mommy to Mom, but I'm definitely not all about the referring to me as Mon. Hopefully, as the speech gets better, we'll go back to Mommy. Or at least Momnee.

She's got some other words coming on that are less exciting to hear. While I'm positive that she hasn't yet picked up any of my swear words, she is frequently saying "cock" and "fuck" when referrring to trucks and frogs. And because she knows I'm mortified, she says it over and over again. Relentlessly. I think I'll try to teach her other words to refer to those things. Like toad instead of frog. Who needs zoological accuracy when you can avoid immense humiliation?

Well, the weekend is here. Talk to you on Monday.