Oh. Right. Roger that. *looks sheepish* You'd think I'd know that by now.
They're like . . . they're . . . perfect. *he has a loving, wistful expression as he talks about them* Brigid is hovering. She's getting a bit higher each day. And staying up a little longer. And she talks the most. Well. Maybe not talk. Babbles, mostly. Vocalizes. She likes to be heard and she knows what she wants. Angus is quieter. He hardly cries. Doesn't 'talk' as much. But he likes bright things. *chuckles* And trying to put them into his mouth.
He's learned a new trick. He can't fly. Not yet. His wings are too delicate. But he's apparently learned to get around in his own way. One minute he'll be in the crib and then suddely he's in your arms! Small flashes. Just a few feet. But he's doing it a lot more now that he knows he can!
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They're like . . . they're . . . perfect. *he has a loving, wistful expression as he talks about them* Brigid is hovering. She's getting a bit higher each day. And staying up a little longer. And she talks the most. Well. Maybe not talk. Babbles, mostly. Vocalizes. She likes to be heard and she knows what she wants. Angus is quieter. He hardly cries. Doesn't 'talk' as much. But he likes bright things. *chuckles* And trying to put them into his mouth.
He's learned a new trick. He can't fly. Not yet. His wings are too delicate. But he's apparently learned to get around in his own way. One minute he'll be in the crib and then suddely he's in your arms! Small flashes. Just a few feet. But he's doing it a lot more now that he knows he can!