Chickpea – aka, Chatty McTalkerson
Well, as Chickpea dawns on the two and a half mark, her new life stage could be called Talking Nonstop. She really hardly sits there quietly unless something completely enraptures her attention. The other night she was blabbering from her carseat in the back, and for about five minutes I kept track of her general monologue. The longest she sat in silence was SIX SECONDS (literally). It went something like this:
“Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy look at that! What is that?” [I answer.] “Right, a motorcyle. It’s a red motorcyle. Look at me! Mommy mommy mommy look at me!” [I turn around to find her licking her toes. "Chickpea, that's yucky. Please don't do that.] “Hey, what’s that? I see something blue. Daddy daddy daddy do you see something blue? I want to go see fish. I want to go see fish. I want to go see fish. Mommy, what does a fish say?” [She purses her lips and smacks them.] “Mommy mommy mommy let’s go see animals! I like animals. I like Gummi Bears. Gummi Bears, please. Mommy, I want some Gummi Bears.” ["Chickpea, I don't have any Gummi Bears.] “Daddy daddy daddy, I want some Gummi Bears.” [Kabob says, "Chickpea, I don't have any either."] “Mommy, draw me a cow please. Mommy, draw me a cow please. A baby cow, and a mommy cow, and a daddy cow. Pleeeease. Hey, I want to see an elephant. I want to see an elephant. Let’s see elephants, please. I want to see an elephant. Hey, where did Anna and Joseph go?” ["They're at home with their mommy and daddy."] “I want to go home. Let’s go home. I want to go home.” [I ask out of curiosity, "Chickpea, where is home?"] “It’s at Anna and Joseph’s house.” [They are her neighbors and friends here...]
And on and on it went, until we turned out the lights and she finally went to sleep. This has been her M.O. for about a week now.
We had this particular conversation the other day:
CHICK: “Mommy, where’s my quesadilla? Where’s my quesadilla? Where’s my quesadilla?”
ME: “Chick, you didn’t have a quesadilla today.”
CHICK: “Daddy, where’s my quesadilla?”
KABOB: “Honey, you didn’t have a quesadilla today. What quesadilla do you want?”
CHICK: “WHERE’S MY QUESADILLA?!?”
ME TO KABOB: “Where is this coming from? Do you think maybe she dreamed about one during her nap?”
KABOB TO CHICK: “Chick, when did you eat a quesadilla?”
CHICK: “Um, I don’t know.”
KABOB: “Was it when you were sleeping?”
CHICK: “Yes, when I was taking a nap. Where’s my quesadilla?”
posted: 07 July 29
under: family
I had to chuckle to myself when I read this post…we are SO THERE right now. On our way home from a road trip to NE yesterday, we decided to drive through the night and see how the girls would do. They actually both did really well, but Mallory hardly slept at all. From 9-10:45p.m. she literally talked to us and herself NONSTOP (exactly like the stuff you wrote about Chick), she slept from about 10:45p-2a.m. and then talked ’til we got home around 5a.m.! My mom was saying at least it helped the driver stay awake (of course everyone else was too), and the funniest thing was that when she couldn’t think of something else to say she would just make a random noise. Wow!
Sorry for the long comment, but it’s always fun to relate. ;o)
It seems we are there as well, but with two. Big H was rambling on about cannibal cookie cutters today.