We haven't started speech therapy yet. We will soon enough but in the meantime Archer has decided to start talking. A little bit. He has three words/phrases:
1. Berry = Bu-bu-bu-BEWWWWY.
2. Where'd it go = whe-di-goooooo?
3. Daddy = Howl
Archer's Daddy is named Hal, so I can say that yes, "Howl" means Daddy. It means "Hal." Archer is two-years-old and he calls his dad by his first name. But at least he gets a name. I am nameless. I am, "Eh."
Yes...
Mommy = Eh.
So unfair.
I once met a girl who called her parents by their first names. We were in second grade together. Or maybe they weren't her parents. Maybe they were something else. I don't really remember. I just remember my friend called them by their first names and I thought it was so cool and I wanted to do it, too. Except I tried calling my parents Larry and Wendy once and it was weird. Mom and dad was much more suiting.
Anyway, now that Archer calls his daddy, Hal, I'm assuming he will call me, Rebecca or Bec maybe because it's easier. And maybe we'll be that family. Who knows. Or maybe one day Howl will become "daddy" or "dad" or "papa" or any of the names we try to throw at him. And maybe I will be "mommy," or maybe not.
At this point, I'm just glad to hear him speak. He could call me "asshole" for all I care and I would be pleased...
...At least until he's old enough to introduce us to his friends. "Meet my parents, Asshole and Howl," isn't exactly what I had in mind.
But that's the thing about being a parent. Having something in mind makes no difference whatsoever.
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