Turns out that news talk radio is the best way to get a fiesty baby stirred up enough to start babbling.
She is so close to talking, though she already can sign more and more each day.
She is so funny, and I feel like she is getting happier. There is no more hitting, and the screaming is less and less. She reaches out for us, and cuddles, and hugs.
We do a lot of laughing with the boy around.
Yesterday, on the way to preschool, he asked me if we could listen to “There’s a bucket in my hole.”
This morning he asked for “There’s a bucket in my water.”
So close, buddy.
But these little things, these little things of happiness? They mean everything.
Even when she won’t keep her shoes or socks on, even though it’s November.