I have my own language; I'm fluent in Caroline!

My parents talk to me in English (although sometimes mommy also practices her French with me for fear that she'll forget it). My nanny speaks Spanish to me. Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Pook-Pook and Uncle Kasra all speak to me in Farsi. I'm all jumbled up!

Despite the word jumble, I can still communicate in various ways. I say several words (the most recent of which is "duck"). But when my words aren't enough, I still have ways of getting my message through. Yesterday morning, I woke up at 5am and wouldn't go back to sleep. Mommy and daddy kept repositioning me, thinking I just couldn't get comfortable. Wrong. Finally, I looked mommy square in the eye and pointed to the bathroom. She took me in the bathroom to change my diaper. I went back to sleep within seconds of going back to bed.

When I want music, I do a little dance and put out my hand so mommy can get my music player for me. I clap for her when she does this. You have to reward them when they get it right, you know. It encourages them.

This morning, I wanted to see the squirrels frolick. So I pointed to the kitchen and to the particular area where we keep the squirrel food. Mommy walked me there, and I grabbed the bag with the squirrel food and made a clicking noise like they do to let her know I wanted to see some of my furry little friends.

And there is no doubt when I voice my disapproval! When mommy gets ready to leave in the morning, I jump into her arms, shake my head, tell her with great urgency what I think of her getting ready to go, hit her bags with my little hands and pull her purse off her shoulder to indicate to her that she is NOT to leave! I know that only moments later, I'll be playing and having a great time, but I don't like to watch mommy or daddy leave for work.

But I sure get excited when they come home!! You can understand that in *any* language.