The kitchen is a street

Isabel has decided that the wood kitchen floor is a street, and we need to take her hand to cross it the way she needs to take our hand to cross the street. You gotta love the imagination.

You are swimming like a fish now. Well, you can't actually "swim", but you can propel yourself with a life jacket on in the deep end of the pool and you wear swim goggles and put your head under water and kind-of swim in the shallow end.

You talk all the time now, and you spend your day's asking "Whatcha doin?" and "What was that noise?" and "Why?" and "Why not?" You've hit the point where your vocabulary is exploding and you pick up several new words a day.

You're favorite shows are "song" shows with the muppets and "Blue's Clues". I like both of them, so I don't mind listening to them when you watch.