Emily's voice has changed, literally overnight. She woke up yesterday talking in a very different way--it's hard to describe how, but it's a more grownup version of baby talk. She's really into her dolls now, and talks to them at length about something or another.
I complained to J, who complained to a list she's on, of the door-slamming, and it's produced a flood of complaints about noise in Family Student Housing, including one woman whose neighbors wash dishes and vacuum, frequently, at 3 am. So we don't have it quite so bad. It's hard to understand the mentality of someone who, in a shoddily built apartment complex, believes that it's ok to vacuum at 3 am.
The photo is of Emily in her new outfit.
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