This week you have developed a new scream.  It could peel paint off of walls.  Miss Ainsleigh tactfully observed that you are increasing your lung capacity.  The ladies at church thought a limb might be falling off, but that’s just you.

Your eyes have started to change color.  We think they are headed to brown, but only time will tell.

On Saturday you got to meet your Great (Aunt) Dail.  She didn’t want her picture taken, but you didn’t mind.