Chatter
We have some talkers in our house.
No, it's not the (relatively) tall people. Brandon doesn't talk a whole lot at home, as he spend most of his day teaching and uses up his word quota quickly. And I would be perfectly content to go all day, every day saying only a handful of words.
It's the boys.
Trey, when he is not tired, rarely stops talking. The kid would have a conversation with a mailbox.
Sometimes he'll call my name, and once he has my attention, he'll stammer trying to come up with something to say. If he can't think of anything, he'll start singing. Or speaking in gibberish.
The incessant talking used to kind of wear on me. Now I am absolutely delighted with incessant talking as long as there is no whining or crying involved. And the whining spells are starting to diminish. Yes, yes...
Trey, my sweet baby Trey, is coming back to me.
Praise
the
Lord
Aden doesn't make much noise when Trey is around. Poor kid can't get a word in edgewise.
But Aden does like to talk and siezes any quiet moment to do so. Sweet little thing will go on and on, voice inflections, bubbles, gurgles, giggles, squeals and all for five to ten minutes if he can just find someone to pay attention to him.
Oh how my heart just soars to come home from work and see Aden's face light up at the sight of me. And then to have him immediately start talking excitedly, as if to say, "Mom! I missed you! Guess what happened today?!"
Aden loves to be face-to-face. (Except with Trey, who has no concept of personal space and likes to get reallyclose.) He occasionally pauses for a response from whoever he is talking to, but won't let you get much in.
After all, who knows how long the opportunity will last? Trey is never gone long.
Chatter is wonderful. My formerly-quiet life could be filled with no sweeter sounds than the voices of my babies.
No, it's not the (relatively) tall people. Brandon doesn't talk a whole lot at home, as he spend most of his day teaching and uses up his word quota quickly. And I would be perfectly content to go all day, every day saying only a handful of words.
It's the boys.
Trey, when he is not tired, rarely stops talking. The kid would have a conversation with a mailbox.
Sometimes he'll call my name, and once he has my attention, he'll stammer trying to come up with something to say. If he can't think of anything, he'll start singing. Or speaking in gibberish.
The incessant talking used to kind of wear on me. Now I am absolutely delighted with incessant talking as long as there is no whining or crying involved. And the whining spells are starting to diminish. Yes, yes...
Trey, my sweet baby Trey, is coming back to me.
Praise
the
Lord
Aden doesn't make much noise when Trey is around. Poor kid can't get a word in edgewise.
But Aden does like to talk and siezes any quiet moment to do so. Sweet little thing will go on and on, voice inflections, bubbles, gurgles, giggles, squeals and all for five to ten minutes if he can just find someone to pay attention to him.
Oh how my heart just soars to come home from work and see Aden's face light up at the sight of me. And then to have him immediately start talking excitedly, as if to say, "Mom! I missed you! Guess what happened today?!"
Aden loves to be face-to-face. (Except with Trey, who has no concept of personal space and likes to get reallyclose.) He occasionally pauses for a response from whoever he is talking to, but won't let you get much in.
After all, who knows how long the opportunity will last? Trey is never gone long.
Chatter is wonderful. My formerly-quiet life could be filled with no sweeter sounds than the voices of my babies.
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