Oi, I've been bad about keeping a record about what you're doing...besides your daily stories. Your Grandmother kept a daily diary...even noting what and how much I ate in the early years...yeaaaaaaaaaaa...Not gonna happen. Sorry. You run me ragged now. You're crawling, cruising all over and a speed demon in your walker. I'm lucky to get anything done...(You're napping as I type this and I should be cleaning...sigh) But I wouldn't trade it for the world.