I'm a Good Talker

My children always provide me with rich fodder for blogging. That sounds very agricultural, doesn't it? Anyway...Little Sissy has just taken off with talking lately. It seems like overnight she went from combining signs with grunting and facial expressions to convey her point to whole conversations like "Baby chick scare me. Hold in hand. Pet baby chick. Baby chick flap wings. Baby chick scare me." Somebody apparently pushed her "on" button this week. She never stops. I keep telling her, "You are doing such a good job talking, honey!" When Hubby got home from his business trip, apparently I was talking a lot to try to catch him up on the last few days of our lives. All of a sudden, Big Sissy said, "You're doing a really good job talking, Mommy!" Thanks, baby doll. It's a gift. :)