A missed milestone

Has all my work for the past five months has gone for nothing? 

I have spent nearly every one of my baby's 3600 hours of life with him.  I can count on one hand the exceptions, and all have been for periods of 4 hours or less. 

And somehow, with such a stellar track record, I've gone and missed James' first official milestone.  And, I must admit, I am a bit resentful.

The tragic tale began innocently enough.  Our little family of three was visiting New York City, where we each have several friends.  We were in the city for a ridiculously short period of 30 hours (essentially an extended layover, courtesy of our flight booked with miles).  As we needed to make the most of the time, we decided to split up so that we could each see respective friends.  Uncharacteristically, husband Brendan offered to take the baby for lunch - but only so that he could show him off to his Child Friendly buddy.  I agreed - my Child Blind friend (many of our single friends don't dislike children - children simply do not enter their conciousness)  didn't need to be saddled with expectations of simulated affection for the infant. 

It must have been the spirit of pride that  led Brendan to decide that today was the day for James to try a high chair for the first time.  James loved it, and was apparently the star of the entire restaurant.  (ok, Brendan does tend to exaggerate, just a tad...)  I heard the story with mixed feelings... happy that father Brendan was proud, proud of the little man myself, fear of this new sign of maturity, and disappointment that I missed the milestone myself. 

I also decided that I must exact revenge.  Today, while Brendan was playing golf, I repeated "ma ma" 500 times to little James as we played.  I will be victorious!