John's speech continues to increase exponentially. He has been the slowest of the three to speak, so this feels like past due. And yet, he is also the only one to breastfeed this long, and this has interesting results as he learns to talk.
At six o'clock this morning, he padded in to my room and climbed up in bed. "Mommy, I want milky." He silently nursed away while I dozed off, then I heard him mutter something.
"Hmm, what was that, John?"
"How you doing?!" and right back to nursing.
Fancy that, he is learning manners, too.
