It's funny how, the day after I posted the last video, Madeline stopped making the razzing noise. She's back to communicating with her normal "oohs" and "ahs." It seems like no habit she discovers lasts very long - something that captivates her for two days might be completely forgotten on the third. When everything in your world is new, it must be hard to focus on just one skill.No matter what the noise of the moment happens to be, Madeline loves to talk. She'll go on incessantly, talking to her toy, to the calendar on the wall or to nothing in particular. She talks with purpose, her wrinkled brow imparting weighty significance to the topic at hand.
But what I love the most is when she talks directly to me, when her face is close to mine and she gently places both of her tiny hands on my cheeks, drawing me close and looking into my eyes while offering a forceful discourse on whatever it is that occupies her active and blossoming mind.
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