The Emergence of Lucinda & Doug

Dom is clearly in his discovery phase, everything is a question. Mommy, why this, daddy how that. After a few hours of hearing your name, it can grate on you. Now I love my child with every ounce of my being and hubbs feels the same way I am sure, but one can only take so much of hearing your name repeated OVER AND OVER. No joke, twenty times a minute (minimum).

I come home from work yesterday, and as I settle in and evaluate what is going on in the house, I hear dom call daddy:

DADDY, COULD YOU GET ME WATER?

sure dom.

DADDY, IS THE POOL OPEN?

yes dom

DADDY, DADDY, DADDDDDY????

hubbs hangs his head and chuckles. looking at me asks: do YOU know how many times I have heard my name called today?

I laugh as I rub his shoulder in sympathy. soak it in honey, pretty soon he will be a teenager and not want you to so m uch as look at him!

I ask dom if he wants to help me do something....

MOMMY CAN I HELP YOU COOK?

sure dom, go wash your hands.

MOMMY, MOMMY MOMMYMOMMY....I suddenly have more empathy for my hubbs.

Hey dom, my name is no longer mommy. I had it changed.

YOU DID?? TO WHAT??

the only thing that comes to mind: LUCINDA.

LUCINDA??? THATS CRAZY.

maybe, but listening to him stumble to remember is quite hysterical. he starts out with mommy agai as I blankly look around for it 'seems' like he is talking to me, but i am not recognizing thsi strange name, MOMMY.

LUCINDA, I HAS A QUESTION

yes???

WHATS DADDY'S NAME??

as I search for an answer, mike blurts out from outside: DOUG, I AM NOT DOUG!!!!!!!!!!

The rest of the evening is him trying to call us anything but mommy & daddy: cinderella, doody...its was comical.