First Words and Waterworks

So apparently seven months old is when your baby decides to completely destroy you emotionally. Sophie was sitting in her high chair this morning, playing with her Cheerios (translation: throwing them on the floor for our entertainment), when she looked right at me and clear as day said “Mama.”

I picked her up and just started crying. Like, ugly crying. She had no idea why I was being weird - she just kept looking at me with those big hazel eyes like “Lady, why are you leaking?” But I couldn’t stop. My baby said my name. MY NAME.

First Words and Waterworks

Marcus witnessed the whole meltdown and of course had to document it. I look like a mess but I don’t even care. This is what pure joy looks like, apparently. Sophie’s first word and she chose me. I’m never getting over this.

Now she’s napping and I’m still emotional. Seven months old and she already has me completely wrapped around her tiny finger. I am so screwed.