Still lying in her crib, she babbles away. Mostly nonsensical musings, which I am sure means something to her, just not to the rest of the human race.
Songs about num nums.
Songs about meow meows.
Songs about Mama, Dada, Emma...
Who knows what it all means.
I have been waiting for her to suddenly open her mouth and speak in a language that we'll understand. Then I think, are we going to want to hear what she has to say? All those times we said 'oops, shouldn't have said that. oh wait, no biggie, Olivia isn't talking yet'. I wonder how much of that will come back to haunt us.
Perhaps those cute little songs we all smile about and enjoy are really laden with profanity and mock judgements.
I couldn't be more proud.
Songs about num nums.
Songs about meow meows.
Songs about Mama, Dada, Emma...
Who knows what it all means.
I have been waiting for her to suddenly open her mouth and speak in a language that we'll understand. Then I think, are we going to want to hear what she has to say? All those times we said 'oops, shouldn't have said that. oh wait, no biggie, Olivia isn't talking yet'. I wonder how much of that will come back to haunt us.
Perhaps those cute little songs we all smile about and enjoy are really laden with profanity and mock judgements.
I couldn't be more proud.
