Seriously. They don’t even sleep quietly. At least not all the way through the night. Most nights.
But they aren’t generally fussy loud. It’s happy noise. Laughter. They talk to each other in their weird twin language. Toys banging around.
It’s why I enjoy the rare moments when I can get some quiet. They usually happen on the weekends when I can give Dan the baby monitor while I shower and then just have some quiet after I’m done. Turn of the ventilation fan. Turn off the radio (if I’ve even bothered to turn it on). I like to sit just quietly on the edge of the tub for a few moments.