Friday, September 4, 2009

We have a talker.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a talker. Although I'm not running for a DNA test, I am questioning Marco's chatter at 1am.

Last week he woke up in the middle of the night for the first time in almost a year. Jeff and I were so confused, we were literally frozen. This was the monologue at full volume coming from Marco's room.

"Maaaamaaa... I want upppppp.
I want oooout.... I want sleep sack off...

I want play choo chooooo... I want play Dora basketballlll...
I want snaaaaack... I want agua milk...

Maaamaaa?"
(Unrelated strawberry sunglasses photo credit: Aunt Sara)

1 comment:

claudia said...

Don't you just love a guy who KNOWS exactly what he wants?