talk talk talk

The girls have been talking for a long time. Even sometimes in sentences. Now they regularly talk in sentences, and suprisingly well put together ones. Of course Poppy's favorite saying is "Poppy's bag, Poppy's berries, Poppy's juice" etc. You get the idea, everything is hers, nothing is mine, Scott's or Tilly's. Poppy wants to do everything herself, she makes coffee for me, Scott and the nanny in the morning with our keurig--and even adds sugar and cream. She does the dishes sometimes. She helps fold clothes (not very well, but I encourage it), she wipes down the counters and will even clean the floors sometimes. She's quite a girl. We say that all the time, but until you have a kid like Poppy you don't REALLY know what it is like to share your life with a extraordinary human even if she is just child, a baby still really. Tilly, is Tilly. She is charming, beautiful, funny, adorable and always in a good mood. The mornings are always a little bit brighter when we open the nursery door in the morning and see Tilly. I can't explain it--she makes every day beautiful.