Now that Zoe is getting older, more of her personality is starting to show. I love it. She has ideas, she interacts and she makes me laugh out loud on a daily basis.
Her new thing is talking. The girl does not stop. I have no idea what words she's saying, although I think I could make out blood pressure while we were at the hospital visiting Aunt Bevie.
From the moment she gets up to the moment she hits the REM cycle, the girl is talking. When you ask her questions, she has answers.
This week we've seen another side of our little talker. The sleep talkin'. I'm enjoying some REM myself and then I hear "bah dah dah dah baba thah baby." In the past, if you hear this over the monitor at two o'clock in the morning, the first thing you think is "oh crap, she's awake, this is going to be a LONG morning."
I make a bottle and go in there ready for a couple hours of rocking.
She's snoring and curled up. She's in her REM, having some dream, telling me all about it over the monitor.
From the time we brought Zoe home from the NICU, she's been a loud sleeper. For the last couple months, we've had relatively quite nights. I knew God had a sense of humor. I just didn't know He'd be delivering the jokes through my 17 month-old in the middle of a good REM cycle.
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