Mamma and Ag

Noah has been 'talking' for a little while. He doesn't make any sense and there have been no real discernible words but he has been making stupid, non-stop bumbling noises. However,  in the past week, his drunken sounding mumblings have begun to take a little shape. Firstly his, "Mamamamamamamam" has become simply, "Mamma". Yes it's very cute and lovely, blah blah blah, but where the hell is daddy in all of this? Cheryl was even sort of apologising when we couldn't shut him up screaming, "Mamma!" at the top of his lungs at Richard next door. She said that, all day whilst waiting for Jeremy Kyle to come on the tele (or the repeat on ITV+1), she has been showing him a picture of me and saying, "Da-ddy...Da-ddy!" 

But nothing.

I would look Noah in his little arrogant face and very calmly, with perfect diction and enunciation say slowly, "Da-ddy". Noah waits, looks smug, then just says, "Mamma". He loves her more than me, I get it. He does need bringing down a peg or two though. I told him so myself. I don't mind saying it to his face. Like I'm scared of him.

Yesterday morning, however, things changed. The jumped up little chubster finally gave me something back. From his room, we could here him shouting, "AG!...AG!" I know it doesn't look much like 'Daddy' written down, but we can safely say, with 100% certainty that he is saying, "Dad."

I love him really.
(Now that he's finally sort of saying my name.)