My little Emma Bug enjoys talking to all things outside. She has this adorable little whispery voice (which I can only assume means she is full of secrets, just waiting to come out) that she uses and it is so fun to watch her stand in the window and talk to the flowers outside. Or the squirrels, or the birds, or whoever her friends are out in the back yard. But we've been saying "pretty" to her quite a bit. Pretty flowers (consequently my first words), pretty necklace, pretty hair, you get the picture. So yesterday morning, before I had to hustle off to work, Emma was looking outside and I said pretty flowers. She mimicked me and said "preee". OK, so I know what you're thinking. Preee is a far cry from "My, look what pretty flowers are growing in our garden, Mamma," but she repeated after me 5 - 6 times.
Heather: Pretty
Emma: Preee
Heather: Pretty
Emma: Preee
You get it. So if you were MY mom, you'd say to run to the baby book and write that one down officially in her book. I'll wait, because I'm trying to be objective. But inside I'm stoked because conversation is around the corner folks! I'd much rather my sweet little girl be able to converse first. We can work on walking later. Bring on the words!!
Friday, May 15, 2009
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