It's been so long since I've written. Rather than play catch up, I'm just going to pick up right where we are. We are with an almost two year old who is an amazing child to spend days with. I read recently that a toddler his age acquires about ten new words a day. His motor skills are developing just as fast with each pitch (leg rise of sorts included), jump from a chair onto the bed, successful bite with the fork, and much, much more. His biggest joys lately have been helping with the household chores. I can't do a load of laundry on my own anymore. It's become a process of many steps including squeals of pride after pouring the soap and pushing the button. Chris and I have learned that we have to be really careful with what we decide to let him in on because once you start, there is no going back. "Dishes," you'll hear him say, as he rams the chair up to the sink pushing you out of the way. "Fold," as he stuffs clothes into drawers. "Socks," as he hangs them to dry. The one I cherish the most, however, is helping to make dinner. Julian stands beside me on a chair helping to put the cut vegetables into a bowl, or spinning the salad. He munches all the while, which has resulted in him asking for, "Salad, peeese!"