The little guy did well on the road. We triangulate the holidays, going to one grandmother, then another, then home again. It’s draining but a lot of fun.

Daniel received a number of gifts for Christmas, and he’s taken to most of them. His day care reports he “plays a lot”. We asked which toys he likes there most, the instructor replied, “all of them, basically.”

Daniel has been babbling a lot more, too. I expect he’ll get some words out soon. He seemed to shout “Milk!” during lunch time a few days ago.

Finally, would someone please give Yo Gabba Gabba another season? I read this production blog and was quietly crushed. Selfishly, it’s been fun for me to watch this with Daniel. He seems to love it. Wherever he is at home or his grandma’s house, if he hears the opening beats of the theme song, he’s right there, watching intently. He started following the dancey-dances, too. Oh, well, there’s re-runs and DVDs, I guess….

Also, we replaced our car. Not because we wanted to, but because I managed to somehow allow my three-and-a-half-year-old Chevy roll down a large hill and into some trees. It’s one of those weird events that doesn’t really fully make sense. Suffice to say the following are facts: I park at a designated spot near my work; that spot is on top of a hill; my car rolled down the hill after I’d left it and was at work. Campus security gave me the call, informing me, well, that my car appears to have fallen into a ravine. But, nobody hurt nor other cars were in the Chevy’s final path. We tend to expect bad things to happen this way from a distance; in this case, I really didn’t think anything of the car when I left.

Anyway, we carry the necessary insurance, and I was grateful for the result. we replaced the car in a few days.

With getting older comes a more static sleep schedule. Daniel has done pretty well with going to bed at seven with just a little bit of fuss.

We’ve noted less willingness to eat, but that could be the switch to whole milk. Or so we have read.