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Forgive me dear readers your humble narrator has been silent for far too long.

The Littlest M's trek through Babyland has kicked into second gear, where she no longer walks but imitates what we the mobile would call running. Her crashes are no less dramatic however we seem more damaged then she ever does. Hopeful it will always be that way...

She has padded her way through the infant stage and has landed whole heartily as a toddler. How did this happen so fast? I worry less about her survival and more about her development. I am convinced we are going to raise a child to be everything we stand against like a communist or a Jankees fan!

Alas we continue to work solely on instinct and hope the best shines through.

She tries to put on her own shoes and socks. Sometimes on her head, but she is just "thinking outside the box." Still she is "the smartest baby in the world!," even if she isn't actually smart. Yet she is aggressive and I often find that to be more important in my life!

Her independence frightens and excites me, I have infinite hope it means she is unafraid to meet life head long and take on any challenge -- except dating. None for us thanks. Is it to early to talk about a nunnery?

Well, reader the little M. says hi, although its sounds more like "bdDa!"

Let us not stay away for so long.