Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Leaps and bounds

My baby girl can talk.
Not clearly. not always in words I would use.
But she is talking.
Loudly. Expressively. Constantly.
Punk yells at the cat as she chases him on chubby legs through the house.
She announces uh oh when she drops something.
She screams at her brothers for touching her shopping cart in the store, slapping their hands and trying to pry them off the cart.
She has entered the world wee baby monkeys never do. She is verbal. She is loud. She is proud.
She is Punk Princess Piss Pot.
Hear her roar.

1 comment:

Tara said...

Watch out boys - you have an Alpha Baby in the house!