Talky talky talky talky talk

Talking.  Violet is a talkin'.  Except she can't articulate the following letters: c, g, j, k, l, r, t, v.

Basically, we have doomed her.  She tries to say Violet and it comes out, "why-o-leh".  Which is dang adorable, but kind of sad at the same time. 

She gave up on trying to say grandma and grandpa.  She met in the middle and calls them 'mama' and 'papa', but it comes out 'moh maw' and 'pow paw'.  Works for me.  Also, it kind of makes me feel like I'm living with Laura Ingalls, "Pawwww". 

She tries her best to count.  SO funny.  For the longest time, it was just 'one, two, weeeeeeeeee'.  Now it is, One, two, five, six, One, weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  I am just impressed that she attempts counting at all.  I haven't really worked on it too much.

Her favorite thing to do is sing.  Before she was really talking (ha, really talking...), we would play this game where I would sing (not so prettily) vowels and she would copy me.  She would even attempt changing the pitch...er, is that the word I want?  Going up and down?  Following?  Yes.  I believe her favorite song to sing is Happy Birthday.  Except she can't say birthday.  So, if you are wondering why she is saying "Happy to youuuuuuuu" all funny, she is just trying to serenade you, enjoy the ride.  One last adorable side note: She was trying to sing along with MoTab during conference this last weekend.  What a great gal.

Can I just tell you how much it melts my heart to see Violet and Jared together?  Because really.  It should be old by now, seeing has how we are nearing the two year mark of parenthood, but it is just all too much still.  Before Violet goes to bed or takes a nap he says, "Night, sweetheart", awwwwwwwww.  Violet, in her mimicky way, says it back (minus the r's and t's).  I mean really.  Bottle that one up, I want it keep forever.

Violet knows how to say yes, but it is not her favorite word to say. Every question we ask Violet she still responds 'no', then we have to coach her to say yes.  The other morning Jared let me sleep in (so lucky to have him), and I could hear his little conversation with Violet.

(as he was changing her [poopy] diaper)
Jared:  Did you save this poopy diaper just for daddy?
Violet: Yeahhhhhhhhhhh.

Ha, we still crack up about that one.  She says no to EVERYthinggggg.  She has good timing, I will tell you that. 

I am seriously loving this stage.  I am also loving that she is learning how to tell us what the heck she wants.  Because the whole grunting and pointing thing was NOT cutting it.