Speaking in tongues

Or rather, speaking of tongues... not that we were, but I'm about to. May's got a tongue thing going on. She sticks her tongue out a lot, often to one side of her mouth like she's concentrating really hard on something. You nearly expect her to lick a pencil point -- something I've never understood. (Especially since the manuever dates back to when pencils really had lead instead of graphite. Heavy metal poisoning anyone?)

I've tried to take a picture but haven't succeeded yet.

It's finally cooled down some in the city, so May and I have been out for several walks already today. She seems to have her cuteness turned up to 11 lately -- seven people stopped me to tell me what a wonderful, ahppy, beautiful lovely baby I have. And that was just between here, Starbucks, and Porter Square Books and back. (Porter Sq. didn't have story hour this week. I finally make it there on time and they didn't have it this week.)

What's neat is that everyone who stopped me to tell me how cute she was had a different native language: Italian, African something, Hindi (I think), Spanish, something that wasn't Russian, Chinese, some other Asian language, and English. As a monoglot (an embarassed monoglot), I love that May hears dozens of lanugages every day. How many othe rkids get called "bellissima" and "bonita!" and (these are phoenetic translations) "aiko" and "andrea" and "char-roo" and "oh my God, she's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen!"


Maybe she will get to peak in many tongues whn she's an adult.