Riis is starting to find her voice. She's babbling a lot now, urgent yelps that attempt to communicate....well, something. Usually frustration. Yesterday we were outside watching Josh plant grass plugs in our front yard, and I chided her for biting my arm. Again. This girl uses her four little teeth like a mini razor vice, and her favorite target is just below my right shoulder. She buries her face into my t-shirt, and at first I don't realize what she's going for and then--pinch. Ouch.
So I pushed her torso back and told her to cut it out, and she started arguing with me. No, really.
She opened her mouth and let loose a torrent of baby babble that was completely recognizable as "Don't yell at me, I'm just trying to have a little fun here, mom."
It was very cute.
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