Maybe someday again.

Last night Steven took apart Aly's crib. It was bittersweet. I hope someday that it will be used again. Although in the shape that it is in we should just buy a new one. I sat and watched him take it apart with a special helper right in his lap. Aly watched him so intently. She wanted the wrench and she wanted to help so bad. After he was done taking it apart he gave the wrench to her and we sat and watched her go to work. She sat there and got the end of the wrench in the screw and started to try to turn it. She needed help and soon enough she was able to do it herself. She worked on the screws until she lost interest... about 10 minutes or so. We just sat and watched her and giggled to ourselves and how much she is like Mr.D in her own little ways. She studies and wants to see how things work. She is interested in what we do and why we do it.

We counted how many words she can say the other day and we came up with 41. I wonder if Hazel would have been more like me and carefree about how things work. Just glad that they do and when they break...take them to someone like daddy who knows how to fix them.