Owen has a number of new words, including kitty, Ava, thank you, more, milk, and “na-na,” which, given its context, is obviously “no no.” He’ll head to the running dishwasher, intent on moving the dial mid-cycle, babbling “na-na, na-na, na-na” the entire way.
He’s a pretty ornery little guy, creating diversions that allow him to make a significant mess (while I’m off obliviously cleaning up the first). He’s walking everywhere while sporting new soft-sole shoes, and he greets every person, animal and toy with an adorably loud and enthusiastic “HAAIII!”
