Oh Susan! I wish (as I wish for David) that I have written more of the little things about your fleeting babyhood. (Indeed, now you're no baby but all toddler--running & talking& "just as big as David") But time & space & energy have not been what they were in my writing days!

Last night you & David stayed at Nonnie's house. She offered to take you since I have an OB Dr. appt this morning (our baby is due in 8 weeks) and we agreed. But as we left you I felt so terrible because David (not you!) began to cry & I felt like you both felt rejection or abandonment. But you little darling manipulators stopped as soon as we'd left. Mother called us when you were ready for bed so we could say goodnight to you. Your sweet little voice just said "Papa. Mama." Words you now say, however incompletely: teeth, see, mouth, nose, byebye, Mama, Papa, Nonnie, "Aitoe", PawPaw, Mitch, book, ball, pancake, block, baby, peepee, down, apple (means apple or apple juice) happy, joy, today (you love to sing "Zaccheus" (& you love to sing "I have the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart, though you only sing the joy part. You simply love to sing) (The Sagans have a little girl named Joy. She is 5 weeks older than you and they were here for dinner back in December. A photo of them that night is in one of our little albums & you love to fin dthe picture & walk around showing everyone saying "Joy") show, no. You can't say yes. You bob your head & comeout with jibberish--different each time--when you try. So we're teaching you to say Si.

A week or so ago I began sitting you on the training potty. You haven't had much success but you're so incrediblty cute sitting there proudly with your fat little legs going different directions to the floor & your hands on your knees.

(Six days later): Two or three days ago Susan began trying every word. She's repeating almost anything very clearly, but says Feefer for Slipper.