I'm an introvert. I'm used to working from home, in an office of one...and now we have two. M is a talker. If talking was a sport, she'd be team captain, headed to the Olympics.
She'll talk to anyone who will listen...or not listen for that matter.
We have quiet time everyday, which turns into an hour concert in her room.
I once caught her playing "barbies" with her markers. She had full fledged conversations between her Marker family of 4.
We took a 3 hour road trip the other day and our "silent game" turned into "Ohhh..I just lost!" "Lost again!" "What's the silent game?"
She's an extreme run on sentence.
ThatsmyfavoritefoodOhhhohhhhIlikethatfoodWhatarewegonnahavefordinner?Imsohungrywhatareyougonnahaveareyouhungryooohhhhhhhhhmygoshthatsmyfavoritefooditssoooooyummythatsmymomsfavoritefood.
Our social worker (let's nickname him Mr. Awesome) came over to check up on us. He ended up staying for a few hours. Mr. Awesome and M read stories together, they laughed, and talked. Correction, she talked. He took his time to really get to know her better, and it wasn't just a drive by visit like the horror stories you sometimes hear. Mr. Awesome really cares about these kids.
After their playtime, we had some "adult" talk time as M sang songs in her room. He asked if we wanted to take more foster kids while we had M.
I kinda shouted way too fast "NO!!!..umm...I mean...I don't think so. Not right now."
Just at that moment, M ran out of her room to show off her princess twirling skills, while singing some made up magical song.
"I understand. There's no off button for this one." He said laughing, motioning to M.
Moms & dads: How do you survive the extreme talkers?
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