A few words.

Hi dog!-"Hiiiii-eee dooowwgggg" (You have to imagine it in a really high pitched voice...halarious)
car-"cahhhr" (Usually you say "Cahhhhr! Brrmmm, brrmmmm")
ma ma
dad-"dahh"
book-"bow"
shoe-"zshuuu"
sock-"dock"
out-"dowht" (I think that's "down+out")
Beau-"Bohhhhh"
cheese-"zheeese"
juice-"zhuuice"
thank you-"day dew"
bubble-"buh bo"
truck-"cuck, or cutch"
more or some-"muh or mummm"
apple-"bap bole"
banana-"nan nanna"

Your "pack-pack".

Eleanor has peer pressured you into carrying around a backpack. (Or as she calls it a "pack-pack") You love that thing. Any time that we go anywhere, you run to get it.

Tonight when I called home, Dad said that you were doing fine...just walking all over the house with your backpack on.

Better late than never?

Dear Evan,

I guess the saying (as it goes) "the path to hell is paved with good intentions" may apply here. I've been meaning to start a journal for you, but it just seems like I never get to it. Well tonight...I'm doin' it!!!

I wish there were some way when you get older to know your "young self". You are so much fun and when I look at you, it brings me pure joy. This is my attempt for you to know what you were like, and for you to remember (with me) all of the little things.