I'm blotting my eyes as I type this. Jack made me cry - in a good way. He's been saying "mama" for a couple of weeks now. Saying it as in making the sound "mamamamamama". He says "mama" when he's tired, hungry, mad, etc. Jason and I determined that he says it when he needs help and since I'm the main helper he says "mama". He's never actually said "mama" to me or called me Mama yet - til today. He was waking up from his nap and I was cuddling him when he spit out his paci, looked me square in the face and said "Mama". I lost it. What an amazing blessing it is to be someone's Mama. Little Jackaroo, Mama loves you so much.