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I am now MomMom MomMom MomMom. Last Sunday after Church Miriam said MomMom MomMom in the car, and then signed blanket. "It's at home." Mom Mom Mom Mom, sign Dad. "Dad's at church." MomMom Mom Mom Mom. Point at turnoff for school. "Yes, that's where we go to school." MomMom MomMom MomMom dah! Point to the left. "Oh, yes, that's amazing!" Mom Mom Mom Mom! Point to the right. Yes, that's the airport.

This constant talking and conversation has been so productive that we have discussed how traffic signals work, and learned to say "Go!" and sign stop for stop signs and red lights, and have discovered where the airport is and have actually seen a plane flying in the air, and we always notice where we go to Miriam's dance class, and discuss whether we should go to the store or not. It's amazing and funny and I keep thinking about all the people that say, "One of these days she'll start talking and not stop, and you'll wish she hadn't," or something like that, and sometimes I almost think about saying, Okay Miriam, enough with the constant talking,and then I remember how amazing it is! And the thing is, it's not enough to say "Yes, Miriam?" She wants eye contact! How am I supposed to drive the car?

Yesterday we had a baptism and I led the music, and Miriam came up on the stand and went over to the side and stood behind the curtains on the window and was saying Mom Mom Mom Mom, and I couldn't see where she was when I was done. So this girl in the ward pointed over to the other side of the stand, where Miriam had ended up with her friend Jillian! Very naughty. I have a friend who calls walking up to the stand The Walk of Shame and it was her daughter who was up there with Miriam!