Jonathan talks. Constantly. How I wish I knew what he was saying! It's funny to make up possibilities - imagining that he's telling me all about the tree, or the big truck that just went past, or the bird singing. Sometimes I try to figure out what he's really talking about...but its almost impossible to tell.
Brigid was over here this morning for a few hours. She's nearly two years old, and she talks in clear, understandable sentences. It was very fun to see what Jonathan will eventually be able to do.
For now, though, I'm just enjoying the babble. :)