Once upon a time before the twinzies could talk it was hard to know why they were crying. Were they hurt? Hungry? Angry? Who knew. In my mind I would always think ‘I can’t wait for them to be able to tell me what they need/want/whats wrong’. Now that they are talking it is SO much better.

Typical sentences from Heaten (who usually refers to himself as Heaten):

Heaten want to go bye bye.
Heaten want a new choo choo.
Heaten need help mama.
Heaten no like that.
Heaten want to go upstairs.

I LOVE this talk. It is so adorable. Well, it is not so adorable at 2:30am last night when “Heaten has a belly ache” woke me up. At first I was worried he was sick, but then remembered I had cooked spaghetti for dinner and Heaten didn’t eat any. He looked at the noodles and said, “Heaten no want sauce” so I gave him plain spaghetti which he didn’t eat. Instead he ate spoonfuls of peanut butter from the jar (gross, I know). So I’m fairly certain he was just hungry, but it was pretty awesome he could tell me what was wrong (even if it was at 2:30).

My little Heaten bear and his enormous noggin (not helped by the lens distortion).