Talked into it

Talking comes naturally in our family. My first word (the only thing input into my baby book) was "cookie". Prophetic, to the point. My brother-in-law has commented more than once on our family's ability to carry on several conversations all at once, loudly, and with great animation of face, vocal inflection, and hand gestures. It is a verbal free-for-all. This does not translate well into normal society but as rudeness, disinterest, even arrogance. It isn't (well, it may be rude, but not the other two). It is instead word-fiesta, the pleasure of word flow. Admittedly, it needs damming most of the time. A word dam? Perhaps a renewable energy source.

Our daughter spoke her first word at 3 months. There were witnesses. Here's how it came about: I handed her to my mother and walked into another room for a short break. My daughter turned her head to see where I'd gone, stared at the room into which I'd departed, and said with apparently great intent, "Mama." I heard it from where I was. It so startled my mother she nearly dropped the baby.

All this to say, my husband's recommendation for a blog name - "debosays" - works pretty well. Now let's see where it goes.