On one hand, I am delighted that Ella is so advanced in her speech. She amazes me with the things that come out of her mouth and they are also a constant (like from the moment her eyes open until the moment she drifts into dreamland constant) source of laughter and joy.
On the other hand... I really wish she would JUST STOP TALKING...for like one second...of any of her waking hours. There I said it. If you're the parent of a talkative toddler, you totally understand. If not, don't judge me!
Being that I am a first time mom and a type A personality through and through, I did not let Ella have one drop of sugar before her first birthday. And I did not let her have a lollipop until yesterday. The reasons were numerous for my lollipop ban, rotten teeth and choking nightmares topped my list. But let me tell, you folks, it's all over.
The teller at the drive through window whispered through her microphone and aked me if my little one wanted a lollipop. Eagle ears in the back doesn't miss a darned thing. So then the voice in the back seat went from saying, "We're at da piggy bank. We're at da piggy pank aren't we mom? Mom, we're at da piggy bank. Can I go in da piggy bank and play wit da bead tings? Oh, look mom! A twuck! Look mom, look at dat! It's a big twuck. Look mom, an umwella! Look mom, peoples! Look mom, fwowers! Look mom, a sign!" to "Mom! Mom! What's a wowipop mom? Hey mom! Mom! What's a wowipop? Can I have a wowipop mom?" (Are you getting the picture her?) So in a moment of sheer weakness I broke down and told the teller to hand over the blessed lollipop. And after having my sweet little motor mouth ask nicely in a proper and full sentence, I handed it over to her.
And what. do. you. know. SILENCE. The whole. drive. home. And there you have it...A miracle on a stick.
I went home and purchased stock in sugar-free, dye-free, chemical-free, organic lollipops and then proceeded to purchase a life supply of them.