I went to the store a couple days ago and of course had the younger kiddos with me. Dallin loves pringles chips, so I bought him some. He said, "Next time we have pictures, I'm going to say 'pringles!' "
When we went to check out, the girl who rang up our groceries recognized Dallin from previous trips. She said, "Oh, is he the one who was telling me about his trampoline?" I nodded, remembering the way Dallin embarrassingly talks to strangers and tells unending stories. He beamed, said "my name is Dallin!" and launched into another spiel. I kept sushing him, even trying to put my hand on his mouth. But he was having none of that. He kept chatting away, loudly. Dallin now knows her by name. And she knows him.
I have more people randomly come up and tell me how sweet Dallin is. He is always talking to people. I am with him all the time so I feel the need to get him to stop talking. I find it annoying! But being outgoing is a gift. Dallin sees everyone as a great friend that he needs to get to know. I am learning to appreciate this skill of his. I need to be more like him and get out of my little world more.
I wonder how he is going to do in school. I worry that it will be hard for him to sit and listen rather than talk all day. Most of the time I think he will love it. I hope to help be encouraging to him rather than stifling. That is hard to do sometimes as a mom. Anyway, Dallin is a chatter. And it is a gift.