and the vocabulary begins...

The Twizzles are officially talking.  "Where is Momma?" was said by Baby Boy this morning.  It was so clear, and it really makes you think about how good God is.  They are almost 26 months old, and the sentences have not been too clear up until now. I can't imagine what the next couple of months are going to be like with two little people talking ALL DAY AND NIGHT.  I mean, I have heard their discussions on the monitor at night, but now they will be coherent discussions in the dark.  They are so funny because they are comfortable to play and talk in the dark.  My aunt tried to get Baby Boy out of the washroom one day by "scaring" him.  She thought that if she almost closed the door and turned out the light, he would cry and ask to come out.  She got a completely the opposite response from him.