Dreamy...

Last night around midnight I awoke to the sweetest sound. Down the hallway, Danny was talking. Gently and quietly he was just chatting along. He doesn’t talk much yet, and in fact his two word “sentences” are pretty much limited to “mama, nana, choo choo, caca (helicopter) and thank you” (which sounds a little like “tattoo”). But last night even though I was too far away to hear if he was saying actual words, I could tell that he was communicating with a cadence like regular speaking. Then he drifted back to sleep. It was so sweet. Both because it’s fun to watch him grow up, but also because usually when he wakes up at night he starts crying.

In the morning I asked Su if she’d heard it too or if I’d just imagined it. She had! I guess we were too sleepy to talk about it when we heard it—either that or on some level we were afraid if he heard us talking he’d start wailing.

Anyway, I remember as I was falling back to sleep, reflecting on how after two years of speaking Spanish in Guatemala (during Peace Corps), I was astonished to learn that I had begun to dream in the language. I wonder if this is similar to what’s happening in Danny’s brain now that almost two years has gone by for him? Of course in my dreams I was much more fluent than I was in real life. (Maybe Danny too? ;-)

Anyway, thought I’d share this happy little tale. Oh and on a related sleepy note, his grandma will definitely smile to hear that when I went in to cover him up much earlier in the evening, he woke up for a brief moment from a sound sleep and immediately called out “Nana???” This boy loves his Nana!

-Monica