Lily turned 13 (months) old a couple days back. She’s like a new person. She’s almost running places now! It’s beautiful to hear the pitter-patter of her naked feet scurrying across the kitchen floor… but that usually indicates that she is homing in on Soho’s water bowl. That, in turn, typically preceeds the ceremonial bathing of one of Lily’s random toys!

She’s also trying out new sounds (orally), and said the most articulated, unintelligble thing to me this morning: “I’m the gur…”, which I am interpretting as “I’m the girl.” So officially, that is her first sentence!

So far, though, the teenage months don’t seem all that bad!