There's talking. Oh yes. Talking

I love, love, love both of my lovely children.  And I love, love, love the fact that they're outspoken and opinionated, even at their tender ages.  But really?  Do they ever stop talking? 

Animalia's vocab is astounding.  In fact, I probably forgot about the word "astounding" until she reminded me of it this morning while she was describing how frozen water is ice.  "Isn't that astounding?" she asked.

Madi's is too-- for a 19 month old.  Yesterday she told me "I want that chocolate milk."  Sure, it wasn't perfect from a pronunciation standpoint.  Chocolate was more like "chocwat."  But really?  Everyone around understood exactly what she was saying.

They both talk to each other and themselves when they're alone.  They climb on top of me and talk to me.  They do less talking with their dad, mostly using him as a jungle gym.  Mads follows her sister around constantly.  Animalia sometimes demands her privacy.  Everything is normal at our house except for Mads' constant itchy rashes (heat rash? eczema?) and her allergy to mosquito bites.  And oh yeah... Animalia, it occured to me the other day, is turning 5 this year.  Time flies.