"Are you going to win the race?"
"Well, no. I will be happy just to finish the race. The race is very long and I have never run that far before."
"Has the other guy run that far before?"
'Well, there aren't going to be just two of us, there will be lots and lots of people running the race."
"Oh, you should start in the front"
Brooke is growing so fast, I can hardly keep up. She is growing out of her 6 to 9 month clothes, she sits quite well on her own, she commando crawls quite quickly (mostly right arm and left leg doing all the work), and she is getting her first tooth (bottom left). She is also showing pride. I had not really thought about being proud of yourself starting so early, but she is just that. Last Friday, she clapped her little hands for the first time. She held her left hand still and moved her right hand in and out to slap those meaty little palms together. She looked mildly surprised, then began to smile, and then smiled up at me and showed me her new move again. She does the same thing when I sit her on the potty. Push, pee, big gummy grin. Occasionally she claps for herself, when she is especially moved by her accomplishment.
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