
This week we have begun to talk - and by talk I mean vocalize in both a conversational gurle and what sounds alot like being yelled at by a drunken midget. It's cute when she smiling, but when she's mad you get the feeling that she's telling you something important and you're
just not listening.

I think I can translate a little though..."I'm am the Queen of the Universe, bring me milk and objects that I may taste and make faces at."

"You may bring me outfits of pink and flowers, I may hang out with you for a little while, but then I will crank-out, and you will hand me to the Mommy or the Daddy forthwith!"

"Then I want wallets and jewelry...put them in the bouncie
slowly..."

Of course, Daddy doesn't speak fluent baby. It could just be gas!
1 comment:
Hey Queen Danae, I think You have a good thing going there.You can make mommy and daddy go nuts trying to figure out what it is you want and therefore they will give you everything. I won't tell if you split everything with me - especially the wallets and such.
Love G.G.
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