Portia is 11 months old today. We gave her her first haircut this week while my mom was in town. Her baby fuzz was becoming a giant 'fro or a huge nest of knots. She's so close to walking, it's scary. Actually, I'm a little nervous because she is way more destructive than Palmer was. But she's got amazing hand-eye coordination and tries to talk all the time. She still only says "more" (while signing it) and "uh-oh!" But that's okay because if she's like any other girl, she'll be talking for the rest of her life. She is still a very happy child and fun to be around...except in her intense moments, like when she tries to follow Palmer in 8 inches of snow!