Mila has recently been finding her voice. She coos and babbles, and really, it's adorable. Recently she has started saying something that roughly sounds like "Hi, Da-Da." Only, it probably sounds more like "Ayyyyee da-da-da-da." She's not old enough or smart enough to know she's actually saying "Dad," it's more just a sound that is probably easy for her to say, so she does.
She says it all the time.
And Brandon loves it.
He gleefully talks about how "Da-Da" was her first word, oh how precious, blah blah blah yakkity schmakkity. The man is practically swooning. SWOONING!
All while I glower.
Because really Mila, couldn't you have said "Hi Ma-Ma" just as easily?! I do EVERYTHING for you! I do your laundry, change your poops, buy you adorable clothes, feed you. Hell, my vagina took a BEATING for you! And you can't even give me a "Hi Ma-Ma" or "Ayyyeeee ma-ma-ma-ma" in return?
Motherhood really is a thankless job.