The only time Natalie's not talking these days is when she's sleeping. I'm not kidding. People who ride in our car remark on her constant chatter, strangers in stores remark on it and visitors get to experience it every waking moment. Most of her observations are awesome, as two-year olds tend to be (only she would interrupt me right now to tell you, "I two and a half. Silly mommy!") and sometimes we can't figure out what on Earth she's talking about. There's a strong tendency to run events together in her mind - things that happened a year ago might be mixed in with events from last month and today. It requires a fair amount of mental acuity to keep track of it and just as soon as I think I can tune it out, she calls me out for not listening. She loves to sing Rockabye Baby, but tonight I started laughing because she was saying "rock baby in a tube top" instead. She's also very busy parenting a herd of baby dolls and begging me to find her a playdate.
The only time Wyatt's not building increasingly intricate trio block airplanes is when he's building legos instead, or creating a new air force base with twenty of his favorite airplanes somewhere in the house. The ottoman, the hearth, the tables in the living room, his train table in his room, the bar, the table in Natalie's room - they're all fair game for remote bases. Fort-building is a really popular activity with both kids, though I'm often not a fan. I get the allure of forts, but I also find a dismantled couch in my family room with two small people who fight about cleaning it up to be a little frustrating. If he's remotely bored with what's happening inside our house, he starts asking (every thirty seconds) if we can please go door to door to find him a playdate. Lots of little kids in striking distance make this seem very possible.
We've been happily busy for the last month. Jeff's parents came for an overnight to return Millie, who they generously kept for us while we moved/travelled/etc. My parents were here for a week, went on a cruise for six days and are back for another visit before they head back to Kansas tomorrow. We've been to one neighborhood party, I've been to one OSC function, Wyatt's been to a birthday party which wasn't a drop-off, though we sure thought it was. I'm learning that a lot of stores are closed on Sundays and some retail establishments are also closed on Mondays. I miss Target, but not a day goes by that we're not grateful Jeff's commute is all of 15 minutes instead of the hour it would have been if we'd chosen to live in Columbia.
So there it is, life in a