Aubrielle is getting so big. This is normally what's going on in the back seat of our car. She is either bopping her head to the music I'm playing, yammering and talking up a storm, well babble talking up a storm. She says: Appy Bitday, her verson of happy birthday. goo Mornin, good morning Tickie, her version of Tickle. appy, happy. petty, pretty mas, spanish for more. papas, spanish for french fries. siwie.....silly. pampas, her diapers. Jada, big bro Jaden. choos for shooes. baby, everything is baby to her children of any age and all animals. baba, mama, dada, daddy, nose, bye, hi, no, me, pee-pee, ta-ta (poop) .........and more I can't think of at the moment. And, boy, does she understand stuff. You tell her where things are and she tries to look for them. Where's your book? she looks around for her books. Pick up your shoes and she picks them up. The other day, I couldn't find my keys and I'm looking all over the house saying "Where are my keys...