Look at the big GREEN bus!

Linnea is deriving great pleasure from suddenly increasing the adjectives available to her. She correctly identifies red, yellow, green, blue, pink, purple and orange (as long as the orange isn't too red, the yellow isn't too orange, and the purple isn't too pink, but that's just nit-picking).

She absolutely loves to distinguish between the pink cup and the purple cup. "Daddy cup onange. Meemee cup pink. My cup purpoo. OK yes."

She has, at this present time, no obvious favourite colour. They're all pretty good.

Oh, and she has a word for "sofa" - "bed chair". How sensible of her.

At this stage, she often gets frustrated at things we can't understand - like that we've spooned her porridge from the wrong part of the bowl. Clearly it was important, but neither Rob nor I had any idea why. It wasn't just her being contrary to annoy us, because she was miserable, not mischievous. We know about mischievous. Her latest mischief is hairpulling, which isn't very amusing. Biting has just about totally stopped, we think, though she has threatened me a few times lately - threatening to bite gets exactly the same response as biting, mind you, so we expect that to stop too.

'Nea towsa RED.