Martina McBride grunts.

This was Jason's dinner plate tonight. Aren't I clever? And yes, it was yummy. For once.

So - last you heard, Gabrielle had her first laugh (at least, first heard by me.) Well, by the time the next night had rolled around, Gabrielle had marked another first... First turning over! Back to tummy. Why? Because she was spitting mad, of course.

Gabby has been smiling so much that she has had me singing Martina McBride's "Happy Girl" all day. Lyrics, anyone?

Oh, watch me go. I'm a happy girl. Everybody knows that the sweetest thing that you'll ever see in the whole wide world is a happy girl.

Not only that, but she's gotten more vocal again in the last two or three days. The weird part is that she can only communicate with men. You know... "Uh. Uhhh. Uh uhhhhhh." The tone of each grunt determines its meaning. In another month, Gabby's communication skills will be more developed than those of the lumps found on Sunday afternoon couches called men. Sad.

However, I can say that my own dad can do more than grunt. For example, look at him smile and simultaneously lean in. It says, "I like you Gabrielle!" This kind of body language may qualify as Advanced Nonverbal Technique.