Poppy’s language skills have really blossomed over the last few months. She’s putting together relatively complex sentences, and it’s so much fun to have actual conversations with her.

We had this exchange this morning, shortly after she got out of bed:

Poppy: I saw Daddy!

Nichole: Where did you see him?

P: I saw Daddy playing in the park. That sounds like fun, playing with
Daddy.

She tells me little stories like that pretty often in the mornings; I think she might be remembering her dreams. Then again, she yelled, “I see penguins! Blue penguins!” yesterday as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. (Note to self: Ask pediatrician about toddler hallucinations.)

She’s starting to talk to Pete, too. Usually she just repeats things she’s heard me say, like “You’re just fine, little fella.” Earlier today, though, she branched out. Pete was on his play-mat, giving his wee little lungs a workout. Poppy glanced down at him as she walked by and said, “That’s a lot of fussing, baby Pete!” Then she picked up his pacifier and took off with it, leaving a still-crying brother and a stream of mischievous giggles in her wake.