Lallate

[…] he was pulled in by the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of Isabel and Rosalinda burbling and lallating together.

[…] the therapist would start tiresomely lallating over and over and over again what her therapeutic philosophies and goals and wishes for the depressed person were […]

Meanwhile I go on troweling, slavering the world with language as Jake squeals like a held bird and begins lallating to me in tongues.