Hearing Ellie speak in sentences is normal for us. Her articulation and syntax can be a bit off, but our girl is a chatterbox.
(I hesitate to even write that because it feels braggy and I didn't do anything special to make her verbal. It's just Ellie.)
Despite the monologue that Ellie provides nearly 24/7, occasionally she says something that captures my attention and reminds me of how wrong my expectations were.
Yesterday afternoon, the girls and I were getting ready to go outside. I told Ellie to put her Keens on. She asked where they were. I told her to check the shoe bin. The entire conversation was yelled back and forth between the kitchen and living room over a fussy baby.
Ellie walked up to me a few minutes later holding adorable little pink Chucks. "Do these fit me, Mommy?"
I explained that I'd recently found them for Caroline with her old clothes but Caroline was still too little.
For reasons I don't understand, the conversation stood out to me later that night. Not because of amazing content (although Ellie has good taste) but because it was an ordinary conversation, the exact type of ordinary conversation I spent my pregnancy wondering if I would even experience.
And as I had that thought last night, Ellie came and snuggled next to me on the couch.
"Hey Mommy, can you say 'FARTS!?'"
Because hey, she's five.