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Lately, I've been more reassured than ever that my daughter is going to be like me. Why, you may ask? Because she loves to talk.

For weeks now, Evie has become increasingly vocal while she discovers new sounds and volumes.

Her journey into the exciting world of babbling began with raspberries- short, slobbery bursts of air between her lips. Over and over and over.

Next we moved up to yelling. No, not upset yelling, just yelling. It seemed as though she just wanted to see how loud her voice could possibly get. And so, for a couple weeks, out of nowhere she would say, "Aaaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhhhhh!!!" Obviously this time period involved a lot of me sprinting from room to room to make sure she wasn't hurt or unhappy only to find her calmly staring up at me with an air of deviousness in her face.

Once she discovered volume control, or lack thereof, Evelyn moved on to screeching. When Thanksgiving rolled around, my poor grandfather had to turn down his hearing aid a bit so my daughter wouldn't shatter his ear drums.

Finally, Evie started gargling. From a reclining position, she gathers enough spit in her mouth to gargle it. It may sound gross, but trust me when I say it's hilarious. If you've had children before, you understand how many extra loads of laundry I'm doing just because everything gets covered in baby spit. If you haven't had children yet, brace yourself and your washing machine.

Currently, Evelyn enjoys making a combination of all these sounds- raspberries, yells, screeches and gurgles. But just yesterday, we reached a monumental milestone: The First Tooth. And yes, I write it with caps because it's just that important to me. So now, my Peanut is constantly searching for things to stuff in her mouth to gnaw on.

This includes, but is not limited to toys, stuffed animals, blankets, pillows, any article of clothing but especially socks (clean, obviously), mommy's shoulder, mommy's shirt, mommy's fingers, mommy's jacket, mommy's hair, the straps on mommy's purse, the plastic part of her pacifiers, towels, bibs and her own fingers.

The only thing Evie doesn't seem to want to teethe on is her teether! Every time I give it to her, she scowls and only tries to suck on it.

As you can plainly tell, I spend a lot of time focused on my daughter's little gob. Given the extra loads of laundry and toys necessary to appease her oral fixation, in Evelyn's case, talk is not cheap.