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Maggie is a real trooper. We've been living in three different houses since the last post, which is supposed to be really disruptive and confusing and horrendous to a sub-two-year-old. But Mags has been fairly unaffected. She makes no more fuss before naptime than she ever has, and bedtime has actually gotten even easier. This entire week, no kidding, she has not complained about getting her into her crib. There have still been a couple of incidences where she didn't want to brush her teeth or have her diaper changed, but once we get a page into her nighttime book, she's a dream. Our ritual is to have Bill read a couple books while I do the diaper and pjs, then she gets to choose who will be in her crib with her (Neenee, of course), then she blows a kiss to Daddy and into bed Maggie and Neenee go. Usually there's a little bit of fussing that occurs once she feels she's being lowered to her mattress, but not this week. And she even gave Bill a real kiss one night. What a grown-up girl!
Her vocabulary and grasp of language is continuing to balloon. The other day, out in the mountains by a grouping of cabins, she kept repeating this word that sounded to me like "pan." So I asked her, "what does 'pan' mean?" And she said "ocean." Which gave the word absolute meaning right away, since we were walking toward and previously talking about a pond. You know, water like a little ocean.
