Mexico 9-29 – 10-1

Rocky Point. awesome. pretty much says all that needs to be said.

we left Sat AM with the intention of taking monday off. that is the way to go – no hassles on either trip, and still 3 long days at the beach. and beach we did. other than the coffee maker vanishing, and me searching in vain to find one in town and returning successfully at least with dental floss (shrimp caught in the teeth – yucky!) and seafood (Pancho and Benny I think finally remember me), it was a weekend full of fabulosity. except for our water tasting like ass cause the cistern was drained cause someone left the outdoor faucet on…so wasteful.

the blinds and paint job in the house look great. we threw out all those horrible plastic crappy blinds. and ate seafood.

Hearing my own voice

i say stuff, G attempts to say stuff. it makes no sense most of the time, except it has whatever lilt or sing-songery or undertone that mine has. freaky! actually, creepy! its like me talking in a tinyHuman voice. i can of course understand whatever she is saying, cause its just confirmation of what she is doing and the verbalization is but the finishing touch.

with her newfound power, she has gotten quite adamant about calling Kila and Turtle; she does not like Slim or Joe.

more verbal comprehension is appearing every day, she says the words we say and she means em.   wow.