This is where Lolo's and my Olympic story diverges. I pity Lolo's story and appreciate that mine turned out differently.
Diego, Mateo, and I were sitting on the couch. Diego was silently playing on his Kindle Fire when out of nowhere, Mateo said "Mama" clear as day. I looked to 2 year old Diego for some kind of acknowledgment since he was my only witness. The toothy smile that appeared on Diego's face in the seconds after my Olympic moment was validity enough. Then his smile turned into giggles, and finally he spoke up. "Brother, mama!" he said and laughed. It was weird for the both of us. This little chunk has been in our lives for just about 8 months now and hasn't spoken a word. So Diego and I had a blast hearing his brother take on a new human trait.
I can now retire from this sport, a gold medal winner. In yo' face, Dada!
Reveling in my motherhood moment of glory- Shirley