I have a new toy...

I've gotten too big for my "Baby Bjorn" carrier, which is the one you might remember we went hiking in last fall. Just not comfortable anymore. My new "piggyback" carrier rocks, though. We took it out for a test-hike at Roxborough this weekend. I like being up high. A lot. I can use this until I weigh 45 lbs, but it's not known if Dad will be up for hauling me up mountains then...

Anyhoo - I guess there's not too much news around here. I finally got my sixth tooth, which has been bugging me for weeks.

I have two words now. I've known "ball" for while, and now I'll say "cat" - admittedly it's more like "k-k-k-ka", but you can tell that I mean "cat" - or at least the editorial staff have convinced themselves of this.

Birthday celebration, coming up. Looking forward to it.

Love, D.