I waited impatiently for work to be finished and then waited somewhat happily/excitedly in rush hour traffic to get to the house and a) see everyone! and b) witness Julie telling them she's pregnant.
When I first arrived Rocket kept staring at me in what appeared to be stunned confusion. Apparently 19-month-old babies don't remember you from 5 months ago. But he got over it relatively quick. Jill has taught him baby hand signals. He can say "more" and "please" and he uses both of those all the time. Very adorable. I did not realize how much babies can understand even when they can't verbally articulate it. He also uses a sort of high-pitched squeal to say "yes." As far as actual words, he is getting more comfortable with "Mama," "Dada," "Uh oh," and "Up!" Slowly.
Meanwhile, Sola is comorftable with all words all the time. I feel a particular affinity for her because she reminds me so much of me as an 8-year-old. She actually talks more, but I can appreciate that. She's also more into kittens than I believe I ever was. Very sweet girl. She greeted me wearing a dollar-tree type tiara Ellen had given her, and immediately apologized for not writing me a letter yet, it's just that she's "been very busy." Like 8-year-olds are.
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