I got home from work yesterday a bit late (a whole other story). The children and T were already home from spaghetti supper at church and were bouncing around the living room. Z was crawling in and out of the stroller (you can see him in the bottom right side of the picture).
When I walked in and he saw me he said "Mama!". And that just about made my heart melt. He had been saying mama for a long time. And recently I suspected that he had made the connection that my name was mama. But today was the first time that I was 100% confident that he called me mama. So T took this picture of my smiling face after Z said mama.
