Dylan’s a talker. She starts yapping away the second she opens her eyes in the morning, and literally does not stop (save for the wonderfully quiet 2 hours of nap time) until she finally konks out at night. I don’t know WHERE she gets it from, although my long suffering husband would like me to point out that he is, by nature, the strong and silent type. And I think I was just insulted.

But I digress. Let’s get back to my adorable little squawk box. Now, Dylan’s always had a lot of words. She seems to pick up a new word really easily, and it usually only takes her hearing it once before she remembers it and uses it correctly. Which is awesome! And scary! I can’t even tell you how many blessings I’ve counted that she hasn’t started using any of my, um, saltier word choices. I’m getting much better, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m still a fan of the four letter words.

But now, she’s not just speaking in words. This kid has decided to start speaking in sentences. Like, 3 and 4 word sentences. “I has snack?” “Mama pick up?” “Bath so fun Mama!” “Go outside for bubbles?” I still chuckle every time she says something. It is seriously the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. And I especially love it when she answers my question with an actual thought out answer. Like, if I ask her what she wants for lunch? Nine times outta ten, she’ll tell me what she wants. It’s almost always some kind of cookie, but hey, can’t blame a girl for trying.

It’s all so exciting. But it’s also heartbreaking. She’s not a baby anymore! When did that HAPPEN? She’s a year and a half old. In 6 months, my baby, my sweet, tiny baby, will be TWO. I don’t think I’m ready for that! I think she may be ready though. “I big Mama!” Yes, baby. Yes you are.