My children are developmentally quite different from each other. 2008 walked earlier, crawled earlier, and is very physically skilled. 2010 was scribbling before she was one, and she is very cautious with her body.
At 18 months, 2008 had over one hundred words. Her sister has a mere dozen. But boy, can they communicate. Today I watched them giggling in one of our many nooks, and I realized I had no idea what they were doing. At ages one and three, they are conspiring with each other and I love it. Some day, not too long from now, they will have secrets. They might have a private language or share imaginary friends or invent silly games, and I am excited about all of it. They're starting to grow outside my sphere of influence, and it is beautiful. Right now, I'm crossing my fingers that 2008 and 2010 hold on to this friendship and keep it for life.
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I blog rarely, because I'm busy writing books. When I do blog, I focus on writing, friendship, family, and books. Because my family's best nicknames are private, I use their birth years for shorthand:
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