The young'un continues to grow like a cute, curly-haired weed. She asks about people she saw on the Thanksgiving trip to Portland, so her memory's better than we usually give her credit for.
Her big favorite book lately is the "sajee book!", or Mythology book. We've got a big nice hardcover one for kids with lots of silly pockets and inserts and stuff to poke at. If we can keep her from destroying it at this age, I imagine she'll love it when she gets old enough to read the vaguely Lovecraftian/ghost-story plot with asides about Lord Byron.
She continues to love music, especially the "frog song!" -- Pollywog in a Bog by Barenaked Ladies, and the "monkey song!" -- Another Postcard, also by BNL. Honorable mentions go to "7 8 9" and "Drawing" by the same band, which are more rarely requested, and she occasionally even dignifies the singing I do for her in the evening with "nother song!", but that's less common yet.
Relatedly, her talking is much better -- she can rarely manage longer four-plus-word sentences, and she's starting to get some understanding of pronouns and verb tenses. Her manners are still, y'know, toddler-like.
She's getting taller, cleverer, stronger and all the usual stuff as well, so it's getting remarkably hard to keep her out of things. That's as it should be, and in her best interests, and quite frustrating.
I don't think we've got any tremendously new pictures online lately, but the old ones are still cute. You could go look at them again. I'll wait.