To think he would never talk

There was a time about 6 months ago that we were afraid Cooper would never talk, you know like try to carry on conversations. Well, those times are over. Tonight we went to a surprise birthday party for a cousin of Steve's. It was held at a church in New Albany, close to the hospital. You have to know something about my husband, he sometimes like to take the round about way of getting to places. We were coming from State St in New Albany and since we live about 3 miles from the Charlestown exit off of 265, the logical way to come home would be the interstate. Nope, not my husband. He decided to go the back way through New Albany to Clarksville, take 31 back into Jeff, around our church and the back roads to our house. I promise it took like 30 minutes. This is also the way we came home from the hospital when we had Cooper, it caused us to go over a thousand railroad tracks and my stomach had just been cut open. Okay, back to the story, of course we all know it was like a monsoon outside and it was a little hard to see and Steve was trying to concentrate, well our son decided to jabber it up the entire way home. I can't even begin to tell you what all he talked about. He wanted us to tell stories, which had us almost screaming so he could hear us over the rain. Poor Steve, I think he needed a Valium by the time we got home.