I believe I've mentioned my children's dislike for pretty much anyone outside of our nuclear family? Well, people, I think we've had a breakthrough. Usually when we are on the elevator, if it stops to let someone in, they start yelling "No! No! No!" and continue this until the offending party gets off. It's charming.
Today it stops and I groan inwardly waiting for the verbal assault to begin when a pleasant maintenance worker with the building gets on. I wait but no screaming. In fact, one twin sort of sheepishly makes eye contact in what could be the two-year-old version of flirting. Then, without warning, SHE SPEAKS TO HIM. And here is exactly what she says: "I make poop." Just kind of factually. Like it's her job.
It may not be appropriate conversation to have with a stranger, but it was conversation nonetheless. Now all we have to do is work on the content of what we say to the innocent passerby. The other twin just sort of sulked and gave him the stink eye but at least she didn't yell "Nooooo!" with petrified urgency like Ted Bundy just hopped on the elevator. Baby steps.
In other uninteresting baby news (people, I can't always be entertaining), the girls are now waking up at 6:15 am. This morning, I hear rustling around on the monitor at 6:10 and exactly five minutes later I hear "Mommy! Mommy! Outside!" This, loosely interpreted means, "Mommy, get your ass in here and take us to the park." At 6:15 am, mind you. So when I walk in their room I'm greeted with "Hi. Get dressed." Is there a mental disorder where one cannot tolerate being inside. Like the opposite of agoraphobia? If so, my girls have it.
PS -- This is them at the park at 7:35 am when normal families are having breakfast and watching Sprout. I wish I had a photo of the interaction with the maintenance guy but didn't think to whip out my phone. Maybe next time. When hopefully she'll continue to discuss the contents of her diaper.