Every morning after breakfast Emily plays in our family room for a time then suddenly stops to stand very still. She gets a serious look on her face and I can tell exactly what she's doing. She looks at me and says slowly, "Are you pooping?" I laugh and say, "No, honey... Are you?"
My little parrot repeats everything she hears. There are the occasional days when the timing is unfortunate, of course, like the time I dropped the "S word" while preparing to have our church pastors over for lunch.
Lately it seems her language development is sky rocketing. She's constantly talking and singing. The lyrics aren't always accurate, but they're close enough. She provided our dinner entertainment by singing yet another rendition of the A, B, C's ("H-I-J-K and another B!") At bedtime, she touched my nose and said, "I love you, darling girl. You are my heart." This melts me.
I love that she's listening (most of the time). I realize that won't always be the case, so for now I'm enjoying every minute of it. And trying to watch my mouth.
Oh dear, she just melted me too!
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