As I sit here, I'm listening to my 15 month old daughter talk to herself in her crib. She's been in there an hour. She SHOULD be sleeping.
I could hear her drop her blanket, pacifier, and stuffed bear out of her crib one by one. Each followed by a loud "uh-oh". I could hear the scrapping noise of her pulling the picture frame off of the bookcase next to her and into her crib. Its a picture of her daddy and I. And now she sits jabbering and chattering to the faces in the picture... when she should be sleeping.
It's times like this that I think about how a like we can be sometimes. How we both seem to have so much to say even when no one is listening. A good 70% of my day is spent talking to a toddler... who in turn talks back... in her own language. And while I love every minute of it some days I find myself talking to...MYSELF... just to have a little adult interaction! I was having one of those conversations one day when I realized that maybe if I typed to a blog instead it wouldn't be quite so weird. HA! So here's to my attempts at normality and sanity. Where ever they are. Perhaps someday we'll be friends!
