I should be getting ready for bed. I usually turn into a pumpkin after 9:30, a sad testament to life with 3 small children. I have hope that when they are older I will once again be able to stay up late(ya' know, past 10pm) and speak meaningfully on any number of topics that do not include diapers, rashes, barf coming from other people, or the words boo-boo, poopy, blankie, or boogies. A girl can dream, right?
Ady, although now coming down with a cold, can say more and more things(oh I know she's just repeating sounds right now) but every time she does I feel like it is an affirmation that she is well and healthy. Something that is so tempting to take for granted. Today she spent a good 15 minutes on the sun porch yelling at the dogs outside. Banging on the glass and 'telling' them things that only she can understand. I love this stage.