What we're saying ...

It's become clear. Quinny is talking - she just isn't talking to me.
While in Kentucky Mom reported she had a lot of words to say. "I want a snack". "Milk"
The other day when I picked up Q from school I left C in the car (other mom's were outside standing guard). I was carrying Quinn out of the building - she clearly said "Where's sis?"
Last night she was trying to say Christmas Tree.

Maybe if I didn't keep her constantly on my hip, allowing me to see what she wants because I am sharing her line of vision, then she'd have a need to use words. Oh well - I kind of like having her close by!

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Last night over dinner, we were talking about what people do.

Cora: Mommy you are the teacher and the college students are the students.
Me: That's right. Mommy is a teacher.
Cora: No! You are a Prof-ess-OR

We went on to talk about which of her friends had mommy and daddy professors (she goes to the College's daycare, so half of the kids in her class have professors for parents). Then, we had to talk about what everyone else does.

The boys' mom helps people learn to talk.
The boys' daddy is a teacher.
Miss Mandi is a dentist.
Miss Jenny is a lawyer ("Her office is next to yours, right mommy?").
Uncle Shew is an eye doctor.

Me: What does daddy do?
Cora: He makes money.
Me: He does, but that is because he is an engineer.
Cora: THAT'S RIGHT!!! HE gets the buggies out of people's ears! That's what engineers do... Right mommy?