I love being able to “read” my baby, even though we’re nearly a year away from any kind of language skills. Her language goes something like this:
• Red rings around the eyes? She’s tired.
• Kicking and arching her back in bed? Gassy.
• Scooting her shoulders back and forth while lying down? Needs to burp.
• Tries to gnaw on my finger 1,148 times per day? Getting her first tooth.
• Sticking that bottom lip way out? About to get really ticked off.
• Cooing in a soft tone? Usually means she’s entertained by something the dogs are doing.
• Cooing in a loud tone? Usually means she’s entertained by something her brother is doing.
• Screaming without warning? Needs to get a big belch out, stat.
• Lifts her little knees high in the air? Needs to poop.
• Furrows her brow? Needs to poop.
• Grumbles and grunts? Needs to poop.
• All smiles? Just woke up and is pleased with the world.
• Wiggles her little fingers? Wants to touch something.
• Purrs while she sleeps? Wholly content.
I was never good with languages in school. Never liked learning them. But Chloe language? I totally get it. And of course, I love speaking it.