Whoever says babies learn to talk after the one-year mark is clearly overlooking baby-babble as a legitimate form of speech. Charlie LOVES to babble. Especially when Valerie and I are trying to sleep. He sputters, and invents new ways to string nonsense phrases together, then crescendos, and for a brief instant it sounds like he might be crying, but no, the sound peaks then drops off again to a murmur. This would have kept me awake last night, had Valerie not sensibly taken Charlie out of the basinette and let him sleep on her chest. Charlie loves sleeping on people, and apparently he loves it even more than babbling, because he fell asleep about 5 seconds later.

Sputtering like a teakettle …

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