Vivian's verbal powers are sky rocketing. It's possible to have real conversations with her now.
Last night she and James went to the bookstore (one of the Evil Chain Bookstores with the Evil Seductive Couches, Coffee Shops, and Thomas the Tank Engine Tables) while I went to my writer's group. They picked me up on their way home. Vivian was delighted to see me, shouting "Mom-mom!" when I came into view.
When I got into the car, she pipped up: "Hi, Mom-mom. What doing?"
"I'm going home with you, Vivi. What are you doing?"
"I drink!" She has a sippy of watered-down juice.
"Did you have fun at the bookstore?"
"Booksore!" she parrots, happily -- another new word. "I trains. Choo-choo!"
"You played with the trains? That sounds like fun."
"Fun. Glaches." Vivian believes that her lack of glasses, which Mom and Dad both wear, is an oversight. When in reach of the spinning display of reader's glasses, she likes to correct it. With pink sparkly ones.
"Did Daddy buy you a treat? A cookie?"
"Cookie!" That one is a squeal. She's quiet for a while, possibly meditating on cookies, then offers: "Happy."
