Mornings around here involve lots of talking. Moana tells me all sorts of stuff these days... She tells me about the dreams she had overnight, how much she loves that milk, that her pink pj's are her favorite because they're so soft, that she can't wait to run a marathon when she's older...
Ok, so I'm making all that up. All she really says is "Mmmmmmmmmmm", which I interpret to mean anything I want it to mean. That's what you have to do when you don't get real adult conversations during the day. In case you wonder what these conversations actually sound like, here's a little video clip.
Playtime involves Moana laying on her back and uncontrollably flailing her arms and legs everywhere. She's doing a better job of grasping onto objects and toys now. She hangs on for a few seconds and then throws them aside so I can play pick up. So! Much! Fun!
Other times Moana talks to me in a different way. Like right now, for example. She's upstairs in her crib yelling out in a less pleasant way. I interpret it to mean, "I know you think I should be taking a nap right now, but I wholeheartedly disagree."