More words...

Drew got to the coast at 10:30 p.m. on New Year's, so he was too late to hear her say this, while eating a Ritz cracker: "goo crack-a."

"Did you just say good cracker?" I asked her in astonishment. That's how a lot of our conversations go these days: I asked her if she really said what I thought she said, and she just smiles. Or ignores me, as if it's no big deal.

She also has started saying "bye-bye!" very clearly. She said it when we were leaving the condo and and said it again this morning when she and Drew were leaving the house to got to the park.

She also remembered to put her socks and shoes away when we returned from the coast last night. Walked right through the kitchen into her bedroom, opened up the sock drawer...she knew the drill.

Hopefully if it's warm and not rainy tomorrow, we'll have a family day at the park, or perhaps at the Children's Museum. It will feel odd to get back to our regular schedules on Monday. I'll miss the relaxed feeling, coupled with occasional stress, of the holidays.