Chloe has added a new line to her morning monologue. Each morning, she runs out of her room, full speed, zooming toward the kitchen: "Hi Mommy! Hi EI! Daddy Work! UncleB Work! Done!(hands me her paci) Chloe cup and waffles! Mommy cook waffles."
She talks about her UncleB all day. She reads books in her own secret language, and throws in an UncleB to most every story she tells. When she sees the letter J, she proudly exclaims "J!Uncabee!" Every time the doorbell rings or someone knocks or the wind blows the wreath she yells "Uncabeeee!" and dashes door-ward. On Mondays and Wednesdays before John comes to sit while Patrick and I run, I practice with Chloe, helping her to recount her day so that she can share it with UncleB when he gets here. Yet, inevitably, once he steps through the door, all she can do is smile her sweet smile and say "UncleB, UncleB, UncleB" over and over again. It seems love even turns toddler brains to mush.
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