Chatty Cathy.

That's a nickname that I call Patrick because obviously, he likes to talk.  A lot. 

Now I have two chatty cathys. 

That's right, I have spent the last 24 months urging Mallory to talk and tonight I said "shhhh" more times than I care to remember.  This is her side of the conversation while I was trying to get her to go to sleep tonight:

What you doing mama?

I want daddy.

What's that noise outside?

It's an airplane!

What you doing mama?

I want some juice.

Rub my leg.

Dog's are barking!

What you doing mama?

Take blanket off.

I want my blanket.

What you doing mama?

Mama washing clothes?

Mama washing mama's clothes?

What you doing mama?

Rub my leg.

Play with mama's hair.

What you doing mama?

& Repeat.  Over & over.  My side of the conversation was a lot of "shhh's" and "let's go night night, it's time to go night night now."  Shew!!  She has always talked a lot, but never that much nonstop!  Guess I better get used to it!