Lately I have been calling milk “mizzilk,” thanks to my Daddy. And when I almost drop something I’ll say, “Jesus!” like Mommy and Daddy. This weekend Daddy took me swimming. I can put my head under the water, kick, and blow bubbles now. I can run and jump into the pool into Daddy’s arms like a wildman, and then I shout, “I crazy!” Because Daddy always says, when I jump off a table or counter to him, “Boy, are you crazy?!” So I guess I am!

I am typing a few words on the computer, with Daddy’s coaching, and can erase typos. I can read many words now. In the tub, Daddy puts all these floating letters in, and he helps me spell words with them by sticking them on the wall. He set out the 5 letters for tapir and I put them all up on my own, in the right order.