Vivi! What's there to say about her? Still spunky, still hypoverbal, still the cutest thing in a onesie. Yesterday, pretending to talk on the phone after she heard it ring downstairs, she ended her "call" by saying, "Bye!!" The word is now solidly lodged in her lexicon: she even used it this morning when I left for work.
On the other hand, she exhibit a great deal of outright terror. She won't go anywhere near ropes, which, oddly enough, pop up quite frequently in our world. (Trips to the home-improvement store? As far as she's concerned, Kafkaesque.) Likewise, she's very worried about sticks and twigs. She sometimes refuses to step over them, which can really ruin a walk in the woods.
And then there's this decal, stuck on the face of an electrical vault near our sidewalk.
It matters not that Vivi has walked past this same decal hundreds of times in her life: the face is scary now - so scary that this afternoon I had to carry her past it, and she buried her face in my neck until we were well beyond it. I'm not shocked, shocked.