Yesterday, Theron called me at work just I could hear Sylvie jabbering away over the phone. The best way to describe her current vocalization is probably as a cross beteen a tiger cub yowling and a prolonged duck quack. This is her conversational, or "I'm just talking to hear myself talk" noise. As previously mentioned, car rides seem to be her favorite time to practise the fine art of wailing. Then there is the cooing, the sighing and the involuntary grunting when she's making stinky cheese in her pants (...and boy is it stinky, like fermented Velveeta). Her giggle will bubble up out of nowhere, a wry "huh, huh," and she's started peppering her jabber with a happy screech on occasion. I guess that means that the unhappy screeches can't be to far behind.
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GREAT pic of her too! Theron better get used to her talking...she has Buchanan genes and once we Buchanan females start talking we don't stop..unlee we find a good book to read...
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