5 of the cutest things (right now)

My babies are so darling. Tallulah is trying to go potty in the big girls potty now. Sometimes she thinks her potties are gonna hurt and that they are afraid to come out. So we talk to the potties (since they 'obviously' talk to us...they toot to say they are gonna come out). The cutest thing (in a weird way) is watching Tallulah lean over and talk to her potty..."it's okay poops. I'm right here, and mommy and Sophia. Don't be scared. It's not gonna hurt. It'll be okay..." second cute thing: Tallulah 'talking' on the phone to, well, anyone. She actually talks, understands, and carries on a conversation. Walking around, laughing, and rolling her eyes while she is thinking about how to answer/respond. This happens during real AND pretend calls. Number 3: she thinks everything can interact AND respond/should respond. "Hey bear! Bear?! BEAR!!! You see that?!" and she continues until we respond and translate to the bear, or whatever it is. number 4: dancing. That girls LOVES to dance. and loves dresses. pretty ones. and must show you how it spins (which reminds me of my Aunt Mary Ann. When she was little, my Grandma would make her clothes and she always had to do the twirl test to make sure it flared out properly). and last (for now) number 5: watching her take care of her babies, particularly, feeding them. She lifts up her shirt/dress and puts the baby right to breast. Walks around..."oh, burps!" stops and burps the baby, then to the other "breast", burps, and them holds them and sings, "mama's baby....". Oh, she is a hunny.

Then there is the other one. My little coconut, Sophia. She is a doll. Her whole face lights up and changes when she smiles, which is so contagious. She is rolling over. Sleeping at least 6 hours, but as long as 9 hours at night (which seemed to take for-ev-er, but really is pretty good considering a lot of babies can't/don't do this till they are a year old). She LOVES her sister. Loves watching Tallulah and Olive and Carmine play. She is my dad's "birthday buddy" which I think means more to my dad than I could imagine. (God knew). She looks like me. She looks like my dad. She looks like my Grandma Colonna. She is a chubby, sweet, big 'santa claus' eyed little doll.

Oh, how they sweetest things in life...and I say this completely exhausted, feeling crazy and overwhelmed, with a disaster of a house.