Mama Doesn't Mean What I Thought It Did

Den is out of town. He was supposed to leave Sunday for California and then head to Huntsville. However, his Uncle died (I would say he's been not 100% for a while and he was north of 80), so Den left on Sunday for Wisc. He is then continuing to HSV as planned. I secretly hoped he'd cancel the whole work trip and take Ed and me with him to Wisc. Probably better not to take Ed on another trip tho'.

The top picture was taken last night--Ed has gotten really good at hooking together his legos and makes some pretty tall towers. He's showing one off here.

In this bottom picture, Ed is standing outside our closet. He loves putting my shoes away (afterall, I'm the one who leaves them out). He spent a great deal of time taking shoes out of the closet and putting them back, each time annoucing who they belonged to. This kept him occupied for a long while. If I had been Den, I probably would have cleaned our bedroom, but I just relaxed.

So the title of the post:
Like all kids, Ed did the whole ma ma da da until they eventually referred to Den and me. Today Ed saw someone mowing the lawn and he said "da da", then he saw someone running and said "da da". Then he saw the Asian guy with very dark hair who lives down the street walking way off in the distance towards us and said "da da". I was feeling badly for Den in absentia until he saw the woman across the street and said "ma ma". Ugh. Me too?

Does ma ma mean a woman and da da mean a man? He definitely knows who we are, but yeesh. Guess I shouldn't have pointed to the very back of the yard where Den was mowing and told him it's da da.