I just feel a little like bragging.

Each time Ella does something new I get so excited but I also feel this little wrench of sadness about the baby things she no longer does. I wake each morning sleep deprived (my own fault) but raring to go. I just can't wait for the next new thing!

My brother, Will, flew back home today. It was wonderful having him here to help out during Rob's absence. About two hours before his plane departed I asked Ella if she was "ready to take Uncle Wheel to the airport". She looked at me, nodded yes, turned towards him, started waving, and making kissing sounds. For those of you thinking it was a fluke we repeated the process at least five times. I even have Will as a witness. We couldn't stop laughing at her.

During bath time tonight she picked up a bottle of shampoo and said "bubbles," repeatedly.

After getting dressed for bed I asked Ella if she wanted to "go downstairs and feed Bailey and Jake?" She again nodded yes and headed for the stairs. When we to the bottom she walked over to one of the food bowls, picked it up, and brought it to me.

Sorry about all the bragging. It's just been a wonderful day and this evening I had no one to share with.

Oh no! Is she going to drive like my parents?