Next Stop: Vet School

When I got home today, Julia revealed that she had learned to say, "Ditty," a breakthrough we've been awaiting for weeks. No more (or at least less) shrieking, "Reee!" when asked what a cat is. (Our cat never meows; she prefers a high-pitched waul.) I've never seen Julia so happy with herself: ear-to-ear grinning was punctuated with repeating, "Ditty, ditty, ditty" like she was Irving Berlin with Tourette's.

After the baby's bath, Shannon tried to go 2 for 2: "Julia, say 'puppy.'" Julia tried silently a couple times and then, sure enough, "Buppy!" Repeat fifty times. I figure this is a big deal, cognitively, betcause now she can both say the thing and the sound the thing makes - at least in these two cases.