The other night Henry woke up at 3am, rearin’ to go and play. He insisted George take him to play, but he was being so loud, chitchatting up a storm, that he woke up all of us. A storm came and we listened to the thunder and watched the lightning flash through our bedroom and giggled under the covers. Pure magic. The last thing he did before FINALLY falling back asleep was stare at his thumb and say “Bebe, fumb, bebe, fumb.” He is speaking so much, but still speaks in his own little language. A car is a “vroom vroom.” Stairs are “down down.” Dogs are “Voof Voofs.” Kitties are “titties.”The extraordinary thing is he’s potty training himself! He’s not even 2! He says “poop” or “potty” and actually uses it. Completely amazing.