After months of selflessly loving her sweet little baby boy, just imagine Alanna’s delight in hearing him utter his very first word. But who gets all the glory? Yes, isn’t it ironic…

My husband has been spending a lot of time with the newest addition lately. Like all my children they have all had ‘daddy’ time, and they all seem to share a special bond with the person that doesn’t insist they clean their room, brush their teeth or eat all their dinner. So it wasn’t very unusual to find the two together gurgling and laughing on several occasions.

A few days ago I finally realized what they were actually working on.

Baby boy… has said dada.

On the outside I am just peaches about his new word. To see that gleam in the husband’s eye. For him to get to experience the joy of a new baby saying your name is wonderful, especially since this is our last one.

But honestly, that should be MY name.

Perhaps he’s still harbouring resentment from his circumcision (which his squeamish daddy was not present for).

Or maybe it was for that time I left him a few minutes too long in a morning diaper, but I had dishes to do, and I thought I was already punished for it by the explosion that happened shortly after.

Or maybe it was because I wrap him in a pink blanket at night. I’m sorry but I’m way too cheap to get him a blue one. I had girls and pink is still in abundance here!

Or maybe it was because your father (whom let me remind you did not grow you, or launch you out of his body. He can’t even handle a head cold without complaining…) goaded you into it.

But that’s fine…

I understand…

I’m just your mother…

Endless caretaking…

Boundless self-sacrifice…

I still love you.

Oh!… So this is how that whole mother’s guilt thing works.

Having a boy is awesome!

– Alanna, Nuttermother