This is the phase. The phase where they learn to not just speak, but talk. Matilda fills our days with whoopsie, thank you, eww gross, please, have it, excuse me, yeah, okay, my turn, want it, and, my favorite, hold me please. Oh, and I can't forget, why.
Her little voice is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. Not just because of the sound it makes, but because I know how easily it could never been heard. Because I know how lucky we are that she is able to speak her mind. Because I cherish her expressions.
Tilda talks and mama laughs with tears of joy.
