When Liam was a baby, my only wish was that he could communicate with me better--tell me what he needs. Two years later communication is still pretty tough. When he's clearly lethargic and feverish, and I ask him what's wrong, he says, "finger hurts," and when he's clearly not lethargic or feverish and is eating everything in sight, he stops to tell me, "Mommy, tummy hurts," and even though he pretty much refuses to use the bathroom, he insists on wearing the name brand Monsters, Inc. Pull-Ups because, "they like undies, Mom." But, those little "I love yous" make it all worth it.
Oh, and little moments like this, when it's raining and cold and we have nothing better to do than record a little interview on laundry day. They're worth it, too.