Everyone's growing up -- somewhat. Natalya continues to try to talk-- babbling in long strings. Sometimes sentences are intelligible. She loves shoes and shoe shopping. She'll say I want shoe. She also says I wanna ride or I wanna go. Not bad for 18 months. Gotta love her sheepish grins. She loves to be one of the gang, even if she's still a bit small. Can't quite jump off the couch onto pillows in the middle of the family room, but she'll try, all the while squealing "I wanna fly!" She just got new squeaker shoes, just call her Pip Squeak I say.
Alexander -- I love his kisses and his stories (there once was a boy names Alexander who saw a monster...). I am endlessly frustrated by his lack of motivation for potty training.
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