On Sunday evening after everyone had left and even Joe was out to dinner with his family, Stacy and I were sitting in the living room while I fed Nicholas. After eating for a few minutes, he stopped eating, looked up at me and started "talking" . . . and talking . . . and talking. I don't know how long he actually kept at it, but it felt like 5-10 minutes and he wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise.
I couldn't understand the words obviously, but his tone and the expression in his eyes clearly conveyed that he was filling me in on things that were really big, that he was sharing something that was fascinating. My guess is that he was saying, "Mom, you'll never believe everything that happened this weekend." It actually reminded me of when I would ambush my mom in the kitchen and talk a mile a minute the entire time she was making dinner. And with how quickly I sometimes talk, I bet I was about as comprehensible as Nicholas.
Interestingly, he has been more talkative than usual ever since then as well. Is he remembering more things he wants to tell us or did being around people talking constantly for a few days just encourage him to talk?
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