I like to talk, not non-stop, just an average amount. It’s too soon to say for sure, but it seems like BB, with no strangers in sight, would like to never stop. If it were up to her, she’d monopolize the entire dinner conversation without any input from Captain or me.
She’ll talk about her swing set, which will remind her of her sandbox, which is a turtle, do you remember when we fed the turtles? And we fed them lettuce, so she’ll talk about salad, which will remind her of pizza, and several different birthday parties, which makes her think of party hats, and the hat she wears for the sun, so she’ll break into a little song, “oh mr. sun sun” which reminds her of the beach and swimming, which makes her remember the tub, is it tubby time? ALMOST!
And if you’re wondering if a mouthful of food slows her down. Nope. Just makes everything she’s saying unintelligible.
After one dinner, Captain was working and I was cleaning up. I turn around to see BB blowing bubbles in her milk and dumping food into her bib. I exclaim, with what I assume is a rhetorical question,
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!??”
In a super calm voice she replies,
“Having fun drinking my milk.”
Yes. I see that.
And BB has started calling us “mom” and “dad.” It aged me 10 years instantaneously.
Then she was in the other room playing and I hear,
“Oh my goodness.”
“Oh my goodness?” I ask her. Do I say that? She replies,
“Oh my goodness sakes alive.”
BB sounds like she just aged 70 years.
She loves bubbles, but the learning curve on how to make them is a challenge. She succeeded briefly and made one big bubble. She tells me,
“That’s a great one right there.”
Yes, yes it is.
Captain gets home from work, she runs to him, turns to me and says,
“I love him.”
I was getting ready to go out for dinner with a couple girlfriends and BB was prancing around my room with two of my purses on her arm. She tells me,
“Going out for dinner.”
“Who are you going with?”
Captain asks her,
She stares at him and declares slowly as if she were already 13 and exasperated with him,
When I reclaim one of my purses and it becomes clear I’m going out for dinner with friends and she isn’t. She starts to shout,
“Mom take you! Mom take you!”
“Me” is overrated. I did not take her, but it was her best effort yet.
Last weekend our synagogue was having a BBQ and I’m not one to pass up free food. Of course they were serving the food after the service. I ask BB,
“Do you want to go with Mommy to sing some songs and have dinner with people?”
Ok, here goes nothing. I claim two seats in the back next to the door. BB is the perfect candidate for this. She likes to sit and color and she doesn’t like to talk in front of strangers. But she must have started to feel comfortable/really hungry/bored, because during a moment of silence near the end, she handed me her coloring and declared,
This isn’t the answer she wanted so she raises her voice,
A guy a few rows up turns around to tell her,
“I’m ready for dinner too.”
That’s enough to send her straight back to coloring.
I’m getting ready for BB’s second birthday, so I pop into a party store with her. That’s a huge mistake. She wants absolutely everything. Disposable silverware is all I manage to buy before we need to beat it out of there.
That evening I tell Captain about our quick exit. BB gets really excited and shouts,
“BB Birthday presents! Forks and knives!”
We may even get her some spoons too.
I also managed to order balloons. BB shouts,
“Yup, we’re getting balloons for your birthday.”
“On my head?” She rubs her hair with a food covered hand. I ask her,
“Balloons on your head?”
“Nooo that’s silly.”
And my recent favorite: I broke out a Summer nightgown for the first time since last year, which is an improvement on my Winter jammies. My favorite pair of plaid flannel bottoms is not from the same set as my favorite plaid flannel top, but that doesn’t stop me from putting them together, everyday, all Winter.
BB sees me for the first time in the morning and she exclaims,
“Oooh Mom fancy new dress!”
Circa February 2017, when BB was 8 months old and we both fit inside my Winter jammies.