Chatterbox
N, as you may have guessed, is quite the chatterbox. There is usually a constant stream of chatter coming from wherever she is. M said to me the other day, "I have no idea where her verbosity comes from." (Those of you who know M well know that he can be quite the Chatty Cathy.)
The trouble is, now that we have three carseats to fit in our minivan, N has been moved to what we call the way back seat. This is mostly because she's the only one who can (sort of) buckle herself, so it minimizes the amount of time that Mommy spends crouching in the back buckling belts. However, when I'm driving, N is always trying to say something to me, and I'm constantly saying "What?" or "Huh?" or "Say it louder, Mommy can't hear you!" especially if our Disney or Raffi CD is blasting at full volume, which it usually is, because N and L will not settle for anything less.
The things she has to say are extremely important. It is imperative to N that Mommy hears and understands everything. Most days, it gets pretty old having to strain to hear her, only to discover that she's telling me the sky is blue. But today, as we were driving to dance class, I'm pretty glad she was so demanding about me listening to her, because otherwise I would have missed this:
"Mama, when my brain is in my head, I'm so happy." {Is there a time when your brain is not in your head?} "Right now, my brain is telling my mouth something. Do you see how the corners of my mouth are going up? That's because I'm smiling. I'm smiling because I'm happy. I'm so happy I'm going to dance class."
Love it.
The trouble is, now that we have three carseats to fit in our minivan, N has been moved to what we call the way back seat. This is mostly because she's the only one who can (sort of) buckle herself, so it minimizes the amount of time that Mommy spends crouching in the back buckling belts. However, when I'm driving, N is always trying to say something to me, and I'm constantly saying "What?" or "Huh?" or "Say it louder, Mommy can't hear you!" especially if our Disney or Raffi CD is blasting at full volume, which it usually is, because N and L will not settle for anything less.
The things she has to say are extremely important. It is imperative to N that Mommy hears and understands everything. Most days, it gets pretty old having to strain to hear her, only to discover that she's telling me the sky is blue. But today, as we were driving to dance class, I'm pretty glad she was so demanding about me listening to her, because otherwise I would have missed this:
"Mama, when my brain is in my head, I'm so happy." {Is there a time when your brain is not in your head?} "Right now, my brain is telling my mouth something. Do you see how the corners of my mouth are going up? That's because I'm smiling. I'm smiling because I'm happy. I'm so happy I'm going to dance class."
Love it.
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