Our son seems to have a particular political leaning. Or, maybe he's just learning how to ask for what he wants more effectively.
These past two weeks have been lovely. BioMom has been off of work, we've spent time with her family and mine (my newly betrothed nephew and his fiance came up and spent a few days with us) and we got away to our usual northern new year's getaway, this time taking Fourth-of-Four (Seven's contemporary) with us as well!
Big seemed to really enjoy the time with both BioMom and I home. So much so, that when he was wanting or needing something for one of us, he would contract our separate monikers (Mama and Baba), certain that at least one (or even both) of us would respond.
Sometimes this was prefaced with an "Oh", so, altogether it sounded like:
"Oh BaMa! . . . BaMa! . . . BaMa!"