All day long my son has been saying what I assumed to be "Mom."
He wasn't sad, he just looked lost. I wasn't too upset about him calling for his mother. It was kind of sad, but, ::shrug:: that's life.
Just a few minutes ago he started calling again. It wasn't until he was straddling the couch, reaching for the remote on the bar that I realized he'd been saying "Mote," or, Remote, all day long.
When I can't find the remote, I always call, "remoooooote, remooooooote." I do this so my son would notice that I was looking for the remote.
Every time I turned off the television today and played music he started calling for the 'mote.
Much less sad, much more funny...And still a little sad, I guess, but only because it was so funny.
He wasn't sad, he just looked lost. I wasn't too upset about him calling for his mother. It was kind of sad, but, ::shrug:: that's life.
Just a few minutes ago he started calling again. It wasn't until he was straddling the couch, reaching for the remote on the bar that I realized he'd been saying "Mote," or, Remote, all day long.
When I can't find the remote, I always call, "remoooooote, remooooooote." I do this so my son would notice that I was looking for the remote.
Every time I turned off the television today and played music he started calling for the 'mote.
Much less sad, much more funny...And still a little sad, I guess, but only because it was so funny.