Someone recently asked me if it was thrilling when the babies first said "mama" to me.
It's cool - but I have to say, it was much more thrilling when they started doing things on their own. Climbing on everything. Making and using tools. The other day our son, noggin, picked up the letter Y and handed it to a friend of ours saying "Y".
Or when our daughter, goose, talks for an hour after being put to bed. Or just shrieks in delight almost anywhere - at the mall, at a restaurant. She has been known to hand me her shoes and say "shoe".
Or this evening, when my son somehow got my purse from off of the table, picked out the credit card (of my 20 or so cards, the only one that will actually work) and took it to his dad and said "bo bo". Whether or not bo bo referred to his bear (also know as bo bo), a ball or bubbles, it's hard to say. Or both babies, who will hold phones up to their ears and now can say hi and bye. It's pretty impressive.
Personally, I think they're brilliant, but I'm just a proud mom. It's exciting watching them discover the world around them, what they can and can't do.