Miss Doolittle

Over the weekend I had one of those stereotypical, idyllic Mom moments. All three kids and I were snuggling in bed, enjoying each other's company. No one was poking or pinching or pooping or spitting up. The boys were talking to Abby and she was trying hard to talk back. She has started to coo a lot - one of the best sounds in the world. She curls her little heart-shaped lips into a perfect circle and makes the sweetest sounds.

"Sam, listen. She's talking to you," I told him. "Talk back to her. That is how she learns to talk. She listens to the sounds around her and tries to mimic them."

"Has she been talking to owls?" he asked.