A month later, she was two months old, babbling like mad at her first doctor appointment, and the doctor walked in and said, "Huh. Normally that's a 4-month old skill." And I said, "(something unprintable in a blog read by Brian's grandmother)."
If this was my first kid, I'd actually *be* bragging. But folks, this is not my first rodeo. I've already got one child who never shuts up. And when I say never, I mean, I put her to bed and I'm walking to the bedroom door and I'm literally shutting the door on a stream of gibberish. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! I love you! Um, what are we having for breakfast in the morning?"
Jennie: "Good night, Helen."
Helen: "Mommy, is tomorrow a stay-home day?"
Jennie: "Good night, Helen." (shutting door)
Helen: (through the door) "Mommy! How many days until it's a stay-home day?"
Jennie: (walking down the stairs) "Good NIGHT!"
Anyway, this video demonstrates Jane's talking skills. You may think it's cute or adorable or precious. And it is. But I also see it for what it really is, and it strikes fear into my very soul.
It's Helen, The Sequel.