BamamaPancakes

Well I tried to wait to write this next blog until we were less busy, or I had fewer papers to grade, or had a profound series of deeply meaningful thoughts to write about.  Yes, yes, this is where we all laugh uproariously and remind Carly that parenthood is kind of the opposite of that adorable little list of goals. So for those of you who actually read this (and I thank you) for Adalyn updates, here’s the latest and greatest in the Land of Toddlerdom.  Everyone asks about talking. Is she talking? What is she saying? So far, our munchkin has been a bit of a late-talker – not to be confused with Seinfeld’s low-talker, for her volume is in fact stellar (take a bow, Carly Genes). However, while other toddlers seem to be delivering Obama-level rhetoric, complete with pauses, hand gestures, and perfect annunciation, Adalyn’s speeches tend to go more along these lines… “ Ah! Nana! Nana! Ta, deese.  Pop? …Bye! [waves] ”  This translates roughly to “Oh hey Granny!...