Noah has started talking in sound bites, then looking at me and going, "you can blog that." I don't know if he's spoken an uncalculated sentence in weeks.
Also, sorry about the short posts. I know you four are probably disappointed. Ethan has had a bad cold and a bad habit of letting his congestion pile up in the wee hours of the morning. As soon as I can string together more than four hours of sleep at a time, I'll start stringing together more than four sentences at a time as well.