Yesterday, Annika said her 7th word: cheese. She and I like to share a stick of string cheese each afternoon when I get home from work. Yesterday, while home with Dad, she walked over to the refrigerator, pounded on it and said "cheese." Kris was happy to give her some. At least she's not saying "Doritos." :) She said it again last night when I got home and I was of course, amazed. How this tiny little thing talks and runs and climbs and signs is just amazing to me. Of course, as her mother, I'm about as proud of her as anyone could be. My heart fills to the brim just thinking of her. I can hear her and Daddy downstairs just now saying "cheese" and giving each other kisses (Kris is making loud kissy noises). Doesn't that just melt your heart? I'm a puddle.

Annika and I had a nice evening last night at Amanda's house. Amanda has a kitty that is not very nice at all so I had to hold Annika most of the night. Then, the kitty went into the laundry/bathroom area and Amanda shut the door. Now Annika could run free, but of course Amanda's house isn't baby proof so I was constantly running after her taking things away and setting things up on higher shelves. Everyone needs time with their girlfriends though, you know?