So, Zoe has a name for all of us. I'm mama. RJ is abba. Pasha is awwa. Grandpa and Grandma are guh. RJ doesn't acknowledge that her name for him is abba and not dada. He's actually pretty upset that she can say "banana" perfectly, but not dada.
"Abba" is hebrew for daddy. So, really, our one year old can speak three languages. I mean, I've always suspected her magnanimous brilliance, but THREE languages? It must be unheard of.
Mama is mommy in Italian (that's one)
Abba is daddy in Hebrew (that's two)
Banana (her favourite food) in perfect English (that's three!)
I see HUGE accomplishments in this child's future, I do.
He he... so, today, Zoe called me from another room. First she said (perfectly I might add) "Andrea!" then when I didn't respond said "Mama!". Grandma was astounded as well.
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