Nothing major. Just wanted to remember what the babies are saying. Oh. How I wish I could bottle up their voices, full of innocence and wonderment...and slowly dole it out over the course of my life. Similar to a jewelry box with the dancing ballerina, every time you lift the lid, the magic unfolds:)
Beckett. Constantly says, "I love you, mommy; I need a kiss; Just one more; For a minute, ok?; Oh my gosh; Umm, I'm not sure."
Blake. Everything he says comes out as a long run on sentence. "Iwanaball; Iwannaplayhoop; iwanbinkiewoobie; what; and oh boy!"
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