No more diapers (not even for sleep) - except for long car rides or full days at Tinkertown when there's only one adult and I can't be bothered to haul children around to toilets.
No more nursing. :( A few weeks ago now my body decided it was finished with breastfeeding two kids. I can't really complain after 2 years of productivity. The girls are complaining. Still.
And then there's the chatter. It's no longer twin-talk (well, a few words still are). Lucy takes after her talkative big sister...
Girls are all equally adventurous, independent (except when they are clingy), self-willed, smiley (except when they're not), strong (physically), intelligent... yep, mini-Abigails to be sure.
Now it is time to rearrange furniture (bunk beds stacked; toy storage moved about), get pictures up in the bedrooms, get rid of yet more toys...
