Talk, talk, talk about it.

I'm still trying to figure out how to use this blog, and I had wanted to post pictures, but I think that's going to have to wait until I have a little bit of time to make myself more blog-savvy. Bummer. Meanwhile, news of the day: the baby said "Mommy!" She hadn't really said anything intelligible before today, but she was trying to climb into my lap and said it several times, clear as a bell. My babies have all been a little slow to talk--my 5 year-old probably didn't say five words until he turned 3--but boy, do they make up for lost time in a hurry! At any given moment in our house, I am trying to follow at least two conversations, full speed ahead. It's like the boys don't even notice the other is talking, and I'll be hearing one go on and on about airplanes, reverse thrusters, and ground speed, while the other is trying to get me to say "butt," or "poop," or any of the other myriad potty words that make little boys collapse in fits of giggles. Occasionally all the racket threatens to mangle the last little nerve I've got left after a long day at work, but oh my word, they are adorable, and I'm quite certain the day that they won't willingly have any conversations with me at all is lurking right around the corner. So I now know tons more about planes than I ever cared to, and the potty words, they are a-flowin' around here.