Mama

As I went to pick up Blake and Iris from BSF this morning (bible study fellowship) for the first time Iris came running to me saying "mama". Melt. My. Heart. Of course around the house she says momma but never in that situation before where she recognizes me from across the room and calls it out. Love it. Blake also woke up shouting out momma this morning, which is a first. For the record, he's also saying "poppet" all the time, which is our name for my dad (mommett for my mom). So cute.

Of course the sweet moment was followed up with the twins question & and then the comment that makes me cringe "oh so he's yours and she's adopted" - how can I begin to say how much I hate that phrasing? I know what people mean, but it still drives me nuts. I just responded quickly by saying they are both mine, actually...I need to just let those things not even bug me.

Blake is scared in the car lately while driving, thinking parts of the car is a "bee" so now I hold his hand. Who says you need two hands to drive a car? :)
So glad the craziness from the week is letting up, can't wait to not have anything on the schedule tomorrow. I'm wiped.