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Friday, November 4, 2011


It seems that for every word D doesn't say, I'm more than willing to fill in the silence.  Sorry if it seems like I'm beating a dead horse here, but it's just kind of the big thing in our lives right now.  We get reports from his sitters about what words he tried out that day (apparently he says "woof" and "weeeeee"), and even Adam and Alex are constantly trying to get him to say stuff.

So when we were at Walmart the other day, and I heard a faint, "Gwee-ko, gwee-ko" come from the shopping cart, I was more than a little shocked.  Sure enough, Dylan was trying to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

I'd have preferred a more useful word.  Maybe like "more," or "drink," or even "no."  But if "twinkle" is the word he wants to say, I'll take it.  If singing is the only way to get him to talk, he's come to the right house.  And, I have to admit, his little voice is absolutely adorable.