Last night, with very little prompting, our son Elliot spoke clearly into the telephone and left a very important message with his Grandpa in Saskatoon.

Elliot: "Happy Fathers Day"

He is getting to be good on the telephone. Speaking more clearly, putting words together to make sentences.

He still does better on fake telephones (be they calculators, remote controls or hairbrushes) and can spend a few minutes talking to his friend Tate (who is in his own house and unawares) about whatever these words signify:

"uh-huh... mommy... daddy... uh-huh... kitty...clayton...uh-huh...........tate!...bye..(blows kiss)"