Our Little Chatter Box.

In a move that surprises no one, Elliott is a talker. I distinctly remember my personal horror when realizing that my mother could tune me out. I'm beginning to both understand the reasoning and hone the fine art of tuning out Elliott's constant chatter.

Here are a few videos I've finally gotten around to posting.




We were trying to get Elliott to say something else, but by the time I got the video rolling, he wouldn't say it again. But I still think it's funny telling Dave to "get up." :) It's not the first time he's said this. And I hope I always remember his signing of "please" well into his second year.




The video above demonstrates my propensity to have random dance parties at all times in our house. We need music. And we need Mommy's phone to plug into the dock in the kitchen that usually spills out some random hip hop mix that we dance to. I refuse to apologize.



I think my favorite part of Elliott's second year so far has been his interaction with toys and the beginnings of his imaginative play. With very little prompting, he sits his favorite stuffed animals on chairs and uses any available utensil to cook for him and feed them. It just about melts my heart when he tells Diego or his favorite stuffed animal, Froggy, to "take a rest" or "lay headie down." And of course I laugh when one of them gets put in time out for being naughty or "not listening."

Parenting Elliott is most definitely an adventure, and one that I'm so happy to be on with David and our family.