Sleeping Bird, I want nothing, and Stairs are hard

Quinn has been talking like crazy. I feel like there is nothing she can't say, and the best part is that she can totally let us know that she knows what is going on around her.

Here are a few stories to demonstrate. Remember that Quinn stretches out the last word of almost every sentence. So if she says, "It's hard." "Hard will definitely be two parts. Haaa ard.

About a week ago a bird crashed into our sliding glass door and died instantly on our patio. It just laid there on its back. Yikes. Quinn saw the dead bird and said, "Oh, birdy is sleeping?" and "Shhh!! bird asleep." We followed her lead and called it a sleeping bird. I for one was glad we didn't have to have a death talk. She seemed happy with the idea that the bird was just asleep. When she wasn't looking, Tim got a bag, picked up the dead bird and put it in the trash. A few days later it happen again when Tim was at work. I said, "Oh look Quinn, it is a sleeping bird." She talked about the bird for about 10 minutes. When she wanted to go outside a little later, I said, "Quinn stay over here so you don't wake up the sleeping bird." She stood on the stairs for awhile aparently not wanting to walk by the bird. Finally, she looked up at me and said, "Mommy, put sleeping bird trash. Sleeping bird in trash can mommy." I guess she understood more than we realized.

But sometimes language is still tricky for her. The other night at 1:30 a.m. she started crying. I ran down to her room because it seemed unusual for her to cry at that time. I walked into her room and asked her what she wanted. She said, "Nothing. I want nothing." I said, "Ok, Ni-night. love you." As I started to leave, she screamed, "No, I want nothing." She kept repeating herself. Finally, I just got her blankets straightened out, tucked her in and said, "Ok, baby girl here is some nothing. I love you good night." She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

But then again sometimes she really sees the world the way I do!!! The other day I got her out of her crib after a nap, and we started walking up the basement stairs. She was walking in front of me and going pretty slowly. I heard her say, "It's hard. Stairs is hard." I totally agree!!

And the other day, when we were eating apricots together, I had just taken out the pit when she looked up and in the most adult normal voice asked, "What is that called?" I said, "A pit." And she said, "Oh, a pit? Ok. A pit." Like learning Spanish. Only she'll remember English, and I'll never remember all the Spanish I've learned over the years. But it kind of makes me sad that now she will call the seed inside of a peach or apricot a pit and not her standard response for every thing around .. A BALL.