Leina does not stop talking.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, Kevin looked at me and said, “let’s keep track of the amount of time during the day when she is silent.” Ha. That would be a whole two minutes. Maybe. This kid just talks and talks and talks and talks. I put her to bed talking and she wakes up talking. Most of her chatter involves her imaginary adventures with various animal friends. She has a serious Diego complex and I have often found her singing “Leiiiiiina, go Leina go” while pretending to swing from a vine. (For those of you who are uninitiated with Go Diego Go, count yourselves lucky.)<\/p>\n
Kulia appears to be following in her sisters footsteps. Her chatter is also continuos from happy cooing to tired yelping and everything in-between. Her silences are longer, however, as she is often chowing down on her poor thumbs. However, between my two girls, our house is never silent. I actually tried turning on a CD the other day and the clashing noise of Leina calling to a baby chinchilla that needed rescuing, Kulia’s joyful cooing, and the poor Indigo Girls trying to compete gave me a pounding headache. So the only music in our house is child-made and it is sweet.<\/p>\n
I’ve been feeling under the weather lately with a nagging cold. Kevin decided to give me a break and take the girls for a walk. As they headed out the door, I curled up on the sofa for a quick snooze. Leina saw me lying and immediately yelled “wait Daddy! I have to tuck in mommy with green!” Then she proceeded to tuck me in with her blanket, rub my back, and sing me Twinkle Twinkle as my lullaby to help me sleep.<\/p>\n
Yes, I immediately grabbed her and took a big bite out of her sweet sweet cheek. She’s quite simply too delicious for words.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Leina does not stop talking. Yesterday, Kevin looked at me and said, “let’s keep track of the amount of time during the day when she is silent.” Ha. That would be a whole two minutes. Maybe. This kid just talks and talks and talks and talks. I put her to bed talking and she wakes […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-726","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2Kqhb-bI","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/726","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=726"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/726\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=726"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=726"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=726"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}