February 11, 2005 was marked by a monumental milestone, so to speak. This was the day when Maddy said, "Poopoo" and it wasn't a false alarm. I rushed her to her plastic potty, tore off her diaper, sat her down on the seat and talked jibberish to her for about five minutes. She focused on my words and absentmindedly pushed the poop out. Daddy got the tail end of it on video, a family heirloom, needless to say.
Basketball no longer means a plastic ball in the laundry basket since Dadad went and bought our girl a real hoop. After we set it up in her room, she didn't want to leave it. She walked around the room gleefully shouting, "Basket-ball" over and over. She would run to the hoop and dunk it. She even tried a shot taking a step back, but not too far. She's only twenty-three and four-sevenths of a month old.
I love you always...
