Mum Mum

Awhile ago, my children started to say Mumumumum.

I was ecstatic! Yes, they finally call for me!

For the longest time they would only say Dada. I would try to get them to say Mama but they would just stare back at me with a spaced out look in their eye.

I tried to convince Jason that they didn't say my name because I am always around...and hey, I should start going to the movies every night. Preferably around bedtime -slash- complete meltdown time at home. He didn't agree.

Well, my ecstatic feeling lasted only a day or two...I started to notice that they only said Mumumumum when they were hungry and they would stare at the pantry.

UGH...are you serious my children? You don't want me your Mama but a Japanese Rice Cracker snack shaped like a Oblong that tastes like Bananas.

Yep!

Don't worry they can say Mama but they don't say it very often.

See...Mum Mum in hand.

And I swear this child isn't homeless!

The poor child was born with my exact hair...thin and fine.

On top of that he also inherited my crazy cow-licks.