We haven’t written much on here about Bridget’s talking in the past few months, but it is progressing exponentially. I remember reading something in a baby book that said, “When you go shopping with your baby, ask them whether they want to buy what you’re holding. One day they’ll surprise you with an answer!” At the time I couldn’t even imagine when Bridget would be doing that. Now, on the other hand, she’s a veritable one-toddler show: singing at the top of her lungs, announcing what she’s doing/what she wants at all times, and “reading” (ie. reciting from memory) her books out loud to herself.

Then there’s the talking. Here are some of the longer phrases she likes using, to give you some kind of idea what I mean:

• Baby’s having troubles.
• Dada fix the birdfeeder way up high.
• Old Navy, 100% cotton, made in China [this is what the tags on some of her clothes say].
• Where’s Juanita [the cat that lives upstairs]? Must be sleeping with Taniss [her owner]. Probably. Yeah.
• Might be raining outside. Might be windy. Might be boom boom boom [thunderstorm].
• Mama sleeping in there. Come back two minutes.