farewell to mimi

Over the past few days, Nate's speech has really improved. He's started consistently putting two words together - he's done this before on occasion, but now it's a regular thing. Nine times out of ten it involves a truck. Dump truck. Big truck. Garbage truck. Orange truck. Mail truck. You get the gist. The other 10% it involves food, usually a request for more of something. More bread. More yogurt...

The major casualty of these newfound linguistic abilities is me. When Nate started talking, he called me, "mimi." At first, I was mildly irritated that Thad was "dada" and then "daddy" while I got a goofy nickname. My mother became "mama," which was also a little annoying, since that was supposed to me my name. But over the months, mimi's grown on me and I've come to really love it, especially when Nate says it in his cute little voice. But a few days ago out of nowhere he suddenly started calling me "mommy," and mimi magically disappeared from his vocabulary. Perhaps mimi is like Puff the Magic Dragon (spoiler alert!) - when Jackie grows up, Puff dies. Now Nate's getting older and, like Puff, mimi is gone. Darn, that song always makes me cry (no joke). I'm off to find tissues...