Talking Baobao

Elizabeth is talking up a storm. Here's an example of her asking for more silly songs. Please ignore the cheer leading Mama.

She's also into dancing in circles. We are afraid she will become a Phish fan but ultimately it's her choice, and of course that's better than becoming a Deadhead.

Only Babies Use Highchairs Mama, and the New Car

If it's a good day (i.e. if it isn't raining and the temperature is above 40 degrees) Elizabeth insists on eating her lunch in the backyard. George the dog accompanies her and almost always scores a snack of some kind.

Here she is modeling her interpretation of Northwest Sherpa wear. We're submitting her designs for the next round of Project Runway. If Christian Siriano can win, than heck, Baobao could whip him in a heartbeat, and offer colors to boot.

Oh yeah - we bought a car, too. It's new to us, has every chrome option available, tinted windows, and a GPS which has turned out to be surprisingly handy. Elizabeth races toward it whenever we head to the garage, hangs out by her side of the vehicle and repeats "new car. new car. new car. No George George. new car."

A Year and A Day

That's how long we've all been together. It hardly seems possible.