It finally rained, really rained ("wane") in Oakland. A whole day of downpour...Beatrice loved it, especially when Daddy took her out in her new raincoat in the backpack ("Daddy, packpack")
This weekend we also finally realized Beatrice still can't quite say the letters F, S (before a consonant), or S (at the end of words it comes out as a lisp):
* Fork/spoon/knife: 'sork/poon/nice'
* Farmer farms: 'sarmer sarm'
* Snake: 'nake'
* Yes: 'yeth'
What else?
Beatrice told us today she is "alma-toast two" (ie, 'almost' two years old): "Anna a baby...one, Elnor shree (3)...BeBe two...alma-toast two"
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