Jane has started to talk in earnest now, beyond the occasional inarticulate coo and murmur. It started rather suddenly on Saturday, when out of the blue she started talking up a storm in some obscure Scottish dialect:
'Oo 'aw? Aye, oo 'aw i' oo eh 'aw ee ewe 'aw (hiccup). Wi' eh 'aw ewe - aye, 'aw ewe.'
Hitherto our daily conversations have been either all on one side, or else very slow paced, with me making a clicking sound or a syllable and her taking ten seconds to screw up her face in an attempt to replicate the sound before giving up and falling back on the all-purpose charming smile. Now, having got the hang of it, she prattles on merrily without much regard to punctuation or even pausing to let the conversational ball be thrown back. Try to slip a word in edgewise and she keeps shooting, like one of those tennis instruction machines.
Michael: Now that she's started, she will never stop. She'll be talking constantly for the rest of her life!
Me: No, I think she'll take after me.
Michael: Ha!
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