"Isaac made a cobbler with my Oma!"
Isaac did enjoy making an apricot cobbler with my mother on Monday, but the unusual thing about this statement was his use of the word "my." I think it was the first time he claimed ownership of a person. As soon as he did it, I think he realized he really likes saying it that way, because now he's almost completely switched over. Previously he would have said, "Opa has a new tractor," but now he says, "My Opa has a new tractor."
It can sound a little funny when he's talking to one of us. "I want to snuggle in the big bed with my Mama," he'll tell Craig. Well, of course -- who else's mother could he mean? But he continues to practice his specificity. Sometimes he even says "my Mama Nicole," just to make it perfectly clear.
His cutest use of the possessive so far is when he hugs my belly and says he's hugging "my baby" or "my baby sister." Sometimes he generously includes the rest of us and says he's hugging "our baby." (He also says "our sister," which I haven't tried to clarify yet.)
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