finally both chickies are sleeping and in the absence of anything else i am tipsy on lambrusco.
i don't know what the hell is going on with miriam this week, but it's like her lack of language is finally starting to get to her. she is not her normal unruffled self. usually nothing gets to her. not this week. her temper flares and i have to restrain her so she won't hurt herself. i'm so fucking exhausted. but she's picked up several new words, in fact, next week will probably bring a language explosion. thank god. now everyone can stop with the Worrying.
i'm not worried, by the way. naomi did the same thing: held out on language development until the last possible moment. one days she had a vocabulary of like ten unintelligble words. the next she was speaking in full, audible sentences.
and miriam chatters so much in her ewok language, which, oddly enough, other more languified babies her same age seem to understand and respond to. there are so many mysteries in development. it's fascinating to watch. from a distance.