This week started out with a short work trip for Daddy. Before he left, we all gathered in the living room to hear him practice his talk.
On Tuesday we dropped Daddy off at the airport. This was very confusing for some. There were some curbside tears.
D: (as Daddy disappears into the terminal) Daddy is going to get Grammy and Grandpa!!!!
M: No, sweetie, Daddy is going on an airplane. He'll be back tomorrow.
D: (as we pull away) No, Mommy! Stop! You're leaving Daddy!
M: I know, sweetie, he's staying here for right now.
M: It's okay. We'll come and get him tomorrow.
D: No. We will not get him tomorrow. Get him right now! Get on your own airplane and go get him back! Right Now!!! One....Two.....Three!
Duh, Mommy, Daddy's not here.
Last night at Walmart Carrie gestured excitedly and shouted "Manana! Manana!" I looked around for Savannah, expecting to see her. When I didn't, I tried to figure out what was going on.
Carrie was pointing to a rack of bananas.
Even now as I type this, the girls point at the screen.
"Manana!" they say excitedly.
I scroll down to the next picture.
"Manana!" they say again. Same word. Same inflection.
I just have to ask... do the twins think her name is really 'banana"?
They should hire me as a consultant. It would solve the problem of how to fund my life of leisure...
"Again, Mommy, again!" says Carrie. By far the most talkative one, I sometimes call her The Official Spokesperson of The Twins. Melina occasionally interjects a word or two into Carrie's constant verbal onslaught.
On the couch with a girl in one arm and my phone in the other hand, I wonder who I'm sitting with. I aim at her face and take a picture.
Scrolling back to the first photo, I determine from their original positioning that I must be holding Meeners.
A few minutes later, she wakes up and starts talking. Now that The Official Spokesperson of The Twins is asleep, my other girl starts talking up a storm. She's a little more tentative than sissy, but still learning so many new words.
I smile back at her in the darkness.