Well folks, it finally happened. The baby started talking. In real words. As it's been with everything else, we knew she would wait until she was absolutely certain she could do it. Cautious, thoughtful, patient lamb. This morning on the way home from the grocery store she piped up from the backseat, "Mama needs a coffee." Oh boy.
At bedtime, usually, we both lay our heads on her pillow and she asks me to sing to her (which she does by saying "Mama, uh?" and moving her upper body in a Stevie Wonder type dance to indicate "sing"). Instead tonight she wanted to repeat words. As she laid down, facing me with her fists tucked up under her chin, grinning a twinkly-eyed grin, she began: "yellow ochre, lemon yellow... more?" I grinned back at her, "You want me to list the paint colors?". She nodded yes, clearly very pleased with her new game. So I began, and she repeated after each color, "alizarin crimson, sap green, cerulean blue..." and so on. The only one she paused on was "burnt umber", because while trying to say "burnt" she accidentally kept saying "beach". Then she would slap her forehead, saying "no no no", and try again.
1. painting with Mama's watercolors 2. our first sunflower (ever) 3. making hollandaise sauce