Talking the talk

We are officially a family of chatterboxes. Both babies now are saying many, many things. Colin still is somewhat hard to understand if you're not part of the family, but his vocabulary has exploded. And, even more importantly, he now is starting to actually use his words to communicate with us. 

Veronica has moved into the stage of chattering away to herself, complete with all of the inflections and pauses that a “real” conversation would have. It’s fun (and funny) to listen to her go. I sometimes wonder if she thinks she’s really talking to one of us, or if she is just enjoying the sound of her voice. It is clear, though, that she is very proud of her ability to communicate. 

Both babies have mastered the names of their body parts, and enjoy playing the “name that part” game: “Colin, where is your … knee? Where is your … nose?” Veronica will sit down next to you and just run through the entire list: legs, arms, toes, feet, hands, belly, bottom, hair, teeth, ears … you get the picture. 

Veronica is consistently using two-word sentences, and has even branched into the world of three-word sentences a couple of times (“Uh-oh, baby up” and “Daddy, jacket please” are two she has used). Colin, on the other hand, is really focused on opposites; particularly “on” and “off” with the lights. 

We walk past our next door neighbors' house: “Off. Off,” says Colin, stopping and pointing at the porch light. On we move to the next house: “Off. Off.” Looking ahead, he spots a house with the light “On! On!” We pick up the pace to get to the light, then stop again. We have a lot of lights in our neighborhood. Which makes walks very long, and very slow. 

But he is walking, and talking, so I really have nothing to complain about. Life is good.