Chatty Macey

Camden didn't talk when he was 16 months old. He babbled a lot, dropped the occasional "mama" or "dada" but beyond that, he just wasn't a very vocal little guy (until he hit 2...and he hasn't stopped talking since). So, hearing what is on a 16 month old toddler's mind is all new to me. And it's a source of daily entertainment. Here's a quick glimpse of some daily conversations in our home:

Greetings:

Macey likes to greet everything and everyone. We often hear, "Hi, Mama", "Hi, Daddy", "Hi, bro", and "Hi, Nan" around the house. But she doesn't limit her greetings to people! Often when I go to get her out of her crib in the morning, Macey will be in the middle of a conversation with her pink riding horse that Nan and Pop got her for Christmas. "Hi, neigh neigh", she will say while waving to her new friend.

When we're getting ready to leave the house, she'll say, "Hi, shoes", and collect her favorite sparkly silver shoes to bring to me.

My personal favorite, though, is when she greets her food: "Hi, cheese" or "Hi, cookie". I love that she offers them a friendly hello before eating them.

Of course, she also says "bye bye" to all of these people, toys, and food as well.

Other:

Macey has been saying "good girl" since she was about a year old. (I think I've mentioned before that, ironically, she mostly deems herself a "good girl" when doing something dangerous or defiant, like scaling the kitchen table. In fact, when I hear her utter those two words and she's not in my line of vision, I know it's time to go search for her.)

Anyway, "good girl" has now morphed into "good girl, Mommy" or, even more entertaining, "good girl, Daddy." I'm not sure yet if she's trying to convince us that she's a good girl or paying us a compliment. Either way, it's hilariously adorable. For example, while waiting to check out at the grocery store, Macey likes to hold my credit card. When it's time to pay, she will pretend to swipe it while saying, "Good girl, Mommy."

She's a talker, this girl. And also, it's worth noting that I typed this entire post while she sat (read: wiggled, climbed, and reached for things) on my lap. So, if there are any glaringly obvious typos, spelling errors, or grammatical errors, I'm blaming my chatty little assistant.

Yep, this one.