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Marlowe Attacks

Marlowe has become quite a little chatterbox. In fact, she almost never stops. She talks about her day, boobs, giraffes, and practices Italian. Well, in my head anyway. From the moment she opened her eyes today she started babbling away. I wonder if this is going to translate into her being a very talkative child and adult– I really have no idea. I tend to be on the quiet side. My mom had a big fear Marlowe would come out mute because she thought I would never speak with her. Well, we talk all the time, but now, like everyone else in my life, she holds a majority of the conversation. Blah blah bla blah bladiddy bla blah.

From the moment I put Soda (her giraffe) or Charlie (her zebra) next to her she began to hold conversations with them. She would go through 50 different emotions in the span of 10 minutes. From love and joy to pure aggression and anger with Soda. ROAAR. She flails her arms at them, in what seems to be an attempt to grab them, but sometimes it really seems like she just wants to take a good angry wack at them. It seems her frustration lies in the fact that they wont pick her up. Jerks. She received quite a few toys for Christmas and one of them is a very soft pink dog (whose name I’ve already forgotten). She doesn’t hold many conversations with him, but instead, will grab a leg or ear of his and pull him down on to her in an attempt to eat him. I would be much happier if she tried to eat her organic animals instead. Oh well. It brings her joy and that’s all that matters.

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  2. Anita

    I love this. Ashleigh, my niece, was a blabbermouth from the get-go (Rian was much more quiet). It's lovely. We were having phone conversations when she was two and they were the most hilarious conversations ever.

  4. Kalani

    AWWWWWWWW. I need like a zillion Ws for this. My niece is doing the same thing and I told my brother that she is going to be another Maryann (my mom)… hehe!