It's loud in our house. Loud, loud, LOUD. One would think that two kids is double the noise, but that's totally incorrect. Two kids is at least four times the noise as one kid, as each kid tries their hardest to out-talk the other, and yell at the other for some tiny injustice.
"Mama, Erin's isn't talking nicely!"
"Dexter! Noo night, Dexter. Give me a kiss!" (runs away cackling with one hand over her butt as Dexter runs after her, trying to kiss her butt)
"Hey look! I see Christmas lights!"
"Tick tock yellow! Pooh! Blankie! I want Mama!"
"Dexter! Hands on the table!"
And my personal favorite, which we had to endure for over an hour driving from Geneva to Lansing a couple days after Christmas:
"No! No Dexter! NOT look out mine window!"
This child. She is smart. She is sassy. She is stubborn as all get-out. I watched her the other day at the new Child Watch area at the Y: try to climb a stair, fall down, try again, fall down again, and then finally succeed. She did it again with the next stair, with fierce determination. And then proceeded to cry when she bumped her head. Yesterday at one of two (!) birthday parties she attended, she was fearless and tireless in a bounce house, climbing in and sliding out face first at least 8 billion times. And then after that she cried during the Happy Birthday song. When she feels like it, she'll talk anyone's ear off. When she doesn't want to talk to you, there's no making her talk. This afternoon she happily talked to Aunt Jeanne about all kinds of things, but refused to say good-bye to her because she didn't want to talk to her.
She is sweet. Dexter jammed his elbow in to John's abdomen this afternoon. Erin looked sweetly at John and said "Daddy, do you want me to kiss it?"
She is dramatic. She will spill a toy and immediately break out in tears.
She is sensitive. She's had a cold this week. She has often said "I am sad. I am sick."
And, man, sometimes I really wish she didn't talk so much...
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