Da da, Ma ma

So, we were excited a week or so ago when the boys seemed to master the concept of "Da da."
Will was looking at a picture of the family and excitedly exclaimed "Da da" when he saw Matt. It was so cute and we gave it lots of praise. Cam soon followed suit and they began saying Da da whenever Matt walked in the room or when the front door would start to open. It just melted our hearts. Well, soon, we began to realize that they might not grasp the concept as fully as we once thought. A picture of Uncle Jeff was called "Da da" as well as one of the Boston Celtics players in the Good Night Boston book. I mean, Matt's good at basketball, but come on. :-) Well, today was the final straw. They began pointing at me and saying " Da da." Now, I grew these kids, I laid in the hospital on bedrest for 28 days with these kids. It was time to teach them who Ma Ma really is. So, I proceeded to go about the day, pointing to Matt and saying "Da da" and then patting my own chest and saying "Ma ma." Tonight, just before bath time, as I continued with my teachings, Will looked up at Matt and proclaimed "Da da" and then patted his own chest and said "Ma ma." Sigh...maybe tomorrow.