Baby B seems to be following in his older siblings' footsteps in the verbal category. He's become quite the chatterbox lately. And he's so serious about what he says, too. It's really quite sweet. We have conversations all day long. I don't understand a word of what he's saying 99.9% of the time. His English vocabulary is ever-growing, but he either uses the words and short phrases he knows, or his own gibberish--the two are never intermingled.
Changing his diaper or clothes is usually a nightmare. He's at that busy busy toddler stage where he can't stand being forced to lay still for one minute. But, tonight, he lay there quite calmly as I got him ready for bed and he told me all about... something. No idea what, but he was quite earnest and it was darling. And it was such a nice change from fighting him during the entire process and listening to his screams instead.
And when he was all dressed in his snuggly jammies, he stood up and gave me a hug.
And the whole thing was my Joyful Moment.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments that don't require coherency to be enjoyed!