Rub the Back

Rand has started liberally using the word "the." He sprinkles it like rain over every phrase: "sit on the lap," "rub the back," and "help the Rand."

He has also started yelling at the neighbors' dogs to "Hush!" if he hears them barking. He is quite the little policeman.

Rand is turning into a giant bruise. How do little kids manage to hurt themselves so often and not complain?

Finally, Rand is scared of one of the bushes outside of our yard. I don't know why. Markita, could you please pass on to Mary that I think of her every time we go outside and Rand says, "Scared of Bush!"