Wanted to let you know that a bird, possibly the size of a pterodactyl pooped on you yesterday. Obviously you weren't incredibly upset about it and I didn't even realize it until I was trying to get you out of the stroller.

Other than getting pooped on, you've been busy building up your vocabulary. You're learning new words daily and love talking.

By far, your favorite thing is your rapidly growing matchbox car collection. You carry two around at all times and after you've run your fingers over every curve of the car and driven it on the nearest surface you are ready for two new cars. You will gladly play cars with any willing body which has been a hit with the other mothers at Eve's school when it's time to pick her up. You will sit and play cars with anyone except mom while we're all sitting at the play yard.

It's been fun watching you and Eve fight and play and fight and hug. You refuse to leave Eve at school or go to bed without a kiss first, which makes up for all the frustration that is caused by the fights. Another nightly routine for you is to say, "I love you, goodnight" which could melt my heart at any time.