I currently have two people living in my house that spend all of my money, constantly make demands on my attention, drool and slobber on my stuff and me. Shit and barf at the most inappropriate times, often simultaneously. Can't talk or really communicate in any meaningful way. Don't show me any affection even, to make it worthwhile. Disturb my very much needed sleep and have been since before they even made their grand, disgusting, painful, permanently scarring (c-section), way into life. However, it is slowly getting easier. I can literally watch them learning from one day to the next, sometimes they can even do stuff in the evening that they couldn't do in the morning. That is truly amazing. I cannot WAIT until they can talk. Of all developmental milestones, it is the only one I wait every day for. I hope beyond hope that they are early talkers even while knowing that boys generally talk later than girls. But again, everyday, I think to myself how great they're going to be "in a couple of years" and how fun that's going to be. I just have to get myself through this really tough part.
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