Talking Trynica Tells Tales

Tryn's first word was "Dada" when she was six months old, and I am not kidding when I say that she has not stopped talking since. That was not even the first indication that Tryn was going to love verbal communication though. No, when she was weeks old she would lay on the floor and "talk" to me. Not with words, of course, but with all the earnestness that a month old baby could muster she would coo and squeals and I honestly think that she thought she was talking to me like I was talking to her. I could tell right from the start that Tryn was going to be an early talker.

A little over three years later I have learned that this is true. Tryn loves to talk. It's not just talking though. Tryn especially loves to have a conversation with you. She wants you to look at her, take her seriously, and interact at an intricate verbal level. Sometimes she will just start making stuff up, just because she wants to have a conversation. She likes to get a reaction.

Tryn is also not afraid to share her opinion. For example, last night we were driving home from a family outing to Lake Calhoun [Where Steve and I ran with Tryn interjecting the entire time "Mom, what are you doing? Dad, is running a lot of work? Mom, running is a lot of work." etc.] and the song On My Radar by Britney Spears came on the radio. I jumped in on the chorus, the part where Britney repeats, "On my radar, on my radar, on my radar," and realized that Tryn was singing along. This is not unusual, she can usually sing along with parts of any song that she has heard more than a few times. However, after singing my lines Tryn interjects from the backseat, "No, no, no, no, Mom! It's not "on my radar" it's "on my rainer"."

"Really Tryn? I think it's "on my radar"," Steve and I look at each other with raised eyebrows and I cover my mouth with my hand so she can't seem me laughing.

"No, Mom. It's "on my rainer"," the song goes back into the chorus here, "See Mom, it's rainer. That's the way you are supposed to sing it."

I mean, really, have you ever argued lyrics with a three year old? I have. Funny thing is, I don't think I won that argument. A few minutes later we see a flock of birds flying overheard and Tryn says, "Wow! Look at all those birds!...I hope they don't poop on our car!"

Tryn is also very curious about everything right now. The other night she was climbing on the back of the couch and I told her, "Tryn, don't do that. I don't want you to fall and crack your head open."

She looked at me and said, "Well...what would be inside my head?"

Good question. It was almost like she was weighing the options. Listen to mom, or crack my head open to see what is in there? Hm...

She is also not afraid to be straightforward and loud with her proclamations. Last week at the fair we went into the cow barn and Tryn looked at a female cow and said, "What's that?" while pointing to the udder.

So Steve had a short conversation with her about where milk comes from and how we get the milk that we drink. She turns to me, and announces loudly for all to hear, "Mom, Mom! Look! That's were milk comes from, the cow's boob!"

Ahem.

The same night we were in the poultry barn at the fair and the geese were being really loud. Tryn got nervous and covered her hears. After a minute she turned to Steve and said, very matter of fact, "Dad, can you take me to see the cows? That would make me feel better."

Seriously, I could go on and on. This girl is constantly cracking us up with her comments right now. I love it. Sometimes I want to start a conversation with her just to see what will come out of her mouth.