The Spoken Word
Boo has decided to grace me with a word. Mom. Actually it’s MOMMOMMOMMOM. But I’ll take it 
He decided this was a good idea while we were visiting Mema and the fam in Kentucky. I sometimes give him goldfish crackers in the car to hold him over for something, and instead of grunting and waving his hands around like he usually does for the goldfish, he went MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM. MOM. MOMOMOM. Over and over and over. It was very funny! I guess I am She Who Gives Me What I Want And Therefore Deserves A Name Like Mom.
In fact, the last few days he’s been saying MOMMOMMOM whenever he wants anything at all or when he’s pissed at me. Which is sadly rather often but I’m trying my best! Anyway it’s cool to have a name. Let the speaking commence!