When Ella first started calling me "momma," my heart broke into a tiny thousand pieces and I felt like I just couldn't love her more.
But if I had a nickel for every time I've heard my name in the last week...well, I'd have myself a jar full of nickels, I guess. I never thought I would get tired of hearing that sweet little voice asking for me, wanting me, needing me. But then that sweet little voice got sassy. Those vocal chords grew stronger and seemingly overnight, developed the ability to say {read: shriek, yell, whine} my name a full octave and several decibels higher than before. We've recently reached a stage where the whining is incessant. And it's not because little Miss doesn't know how to communicate well and tell me what she wants. She's just whining because she can and also, I suspect, because she knows it gets under my skin.
Some friends of ours told us that this is a stage that lasts until she goes away to college. They said that she may not whine about the same things (I should hope not), but she will probably always maintain a variance of that sing-songy whimper when she wants or needs something, or alternately, has been told that she can't have said thing. They told us this and then they both laughed (their daughter is now away in college, so I guess they've earned the right to), but I'll be honest- I'm not worried about her making it to college. My nerves are so shot, there are days I wonder if she'll make it to her second birthday.
All joking aside, the whining is truly one of my biggest pet peeves (next to grammatical errors and slow left lane drivers). But I guess until some genius develops a mute button for our kiddos, I'm going to just have to deal. And invest in some good bottles of wine. Ella whine = Mommy wine.
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