Until a few weeks ago Kieran flatly refused to call me anything.  He'd come to me or point, and was full of loves and adoration, but didn't see a purpose in using a name.  Oddly, he rarely says his siblings names, but constantly says the names for friends at church and even the piano teacher's dog.

When I came back from Utah, Ken and Grandma both insisted he'd been talking about mommy while I was away. I was skeptical.  The word he'd been saying was "mama", which all my children used for "grandma" when first learning to talk.  I was always "mommie", never "mama."  I was certain that "mama" was grandma.  Sure enough, after Grandma left, often said "mama" and "bye bye" then make the sign for "drive" (indicating that she'd gone away).  To further cinch it, each time he'd sign grandma as well.  

Just this last week he decided to christen me!  It seems about time, since he says, "Dadeee!" quite constantly.  Now in addition to "Dadee!" he has "Mommu."  Not "Mommy", but "Mommu."  (Or is it spelled "Mommoo?")

 Why?  I've no idea,.  But, it is good to finally have a name, even an odd one that makes me feel a rather bovine. When he falls down, he comes running, calling for his "mommu".