Alana has become extremely loquacious. EXTREMELY. LOQUACIOUS.

it takes a little while to figure out her accent. actually her accent is pretty impossible to figure out. Its like a conference call with an Indian programmer who is mildly deaf, and possibly has Downs Syndrome. There is a lot of mumbling, slurring, shouting, blabbering, blathering, blithering, chitchatting, driveling, gabbling, gibbering, jabbering, prattling, chuckling, clucking, squealing, cackling and some running on at the mouth for good measure. I understand it all perfectly.

She says mommy, daddy, kila, shoes, genevieve, alana, and NO. The NO can be so clear is quite emphatic. Out of this miasma of baby-noise come an extremely willful “NO“. NO fuck NO i do not want to get in the pool. NO fuck you motherfucker there is NO fucking way i am eating this broccoli.

Surprisingly she does not seem to be saying too much more yet. Her use of her small vocabulary is so ritualistic i keep expecting to hear a short Shakespearean sonnet purr naturally forth from her. I guess its cause these few things are most important to her. She is very emotive about lots of other stuff, mostly cheese and her blanky, but does not talk about them. It cant be long.