Sophia is increasingly vocal. Most of what she does is babble nonsense, completely typical of her age. But from time to time she says things that are inteligle and she has a small stock of actual words, or at least specific sounds that she only uses for particlar objects. These include: duck (her favorite) which comes out more like "du," "Aba" for Abby our cat, Dada of course,
shoe, buckle (no, I'm not kidding about his one, it doesn't come out quite right, but it is definitely buckle, and she uses it when we are buckling her in her carseat), no, ya, uh-oh, and woah. Please note that "mama" is nowhere on that list. A few months ago she said it quite a lot, now she never says it. I try not to be insulted.
This past weekend we had grand plans to meet Paul's parents for lunch in between our two houses and then do some shopping at a mall. Sophia's plans, however, included a massive attach of diareah on the way up to Portland that managed to spread from her armpits to her knees. We noticed a foul odor on the drive up and pulled off the road, luckily we were taking the senic route, to change her diaper, and discovered the biggest mess we have had in months. We quickly exhausted all our wipes, and had a squirmy, naked, hysterical baby getting poop all over the floor of the van. It was an unbelievable mess. We had back-up clothes with us, but we were unable to entirely clean her up and everything else was a mess too. So, we called Paul's parents and turned around, putting her straigt into the tub as soon as we got home. Paul's parents joined us soon after and we had lunch at our house, then took Sophia to the carousel and finally out to desert. It eneded up being a great day, but what a mess! I guess that's what we get for slacking off in the supplies we carry with us. It has been so long since we've needed much, that I've gotten a bit lax, so Sophia provided a big, messy reminder of why the Boy Scout motto is so
important.
Sophia is increasingly vocal. Most of what she does is babble nonsense, completely typical of her age. But from time to time she says things that are inteligle and she has a small stock of actual words, or at least specific sounds that she only uses for particlar objects. These include: duck (her favorite) which comes out more like "du," "Aba" for Abby our cat, Dada of course, 
shoe, buckle (no, I'm not kidding about his one, it doesn't come out quite right, but it is definitely buckle, and she uses it when we are buckling her in her carseat), no, ya, uh-oh, and woah. Please note that "mama" is nowhere on that list. A few months ago she said it quite a lot, now she never says it. I try not to be insulted.
This past weekend we had grand plans to meet Paul's parents for lunch in between our two houses and then do some shopping at a mall. Sophia's plans, however, included a massive attach of diareah on the way up to Portland that managed to spread from her armpits to her knees. We noticed a foul odor on the drive up and pulled off the road, luckily we were taking the senic route, to change her diaper, and discovered the biggest mess we have had in months. We quickly exhausted all our wipes, and had a squirmy, naked, hysterical baby getting poop all over the floor of the van. It was an unbelievable mess. We had back-up clothes with us, but we were unable to entirely clean her up and everything else was a mess too. So, we called Paul's parents and turned around, putting her straigt into the tub as soon as we got home. Paul's parents joined us soon after and we had lunch at our house, then took Sophia to the carousel and finally out to desert. It eneded up being a great day, but what a mess! I guess that's what we get for slacking off in the supplies we carry with us. It has been so long since we've needed much, that I've gotten a bit lax, so Sophia provided a big, messy reminder of why the Boy Scout motto is so 
important. 
