Just recently you discovered that I have a "name" and you are determined to call me ALL THE TIME! This realization occured on the way to Port Canaveral for our cruise, and it happened to coincide with a bout of seperation anxiety.
Whoa. Pretty much all I heard the entire seven days was some version of panicked "MAMA!"
Don't get me wrong; I waited forever for you to realize that I was Mama and to call me by name, but as of right now, you are saying it every 2.5 seconds! I know it will pass, but at the moment, the video posted below seems to be my life.
You keep calling me, though, Little Son. I love it, no matter how crazy I get.