With him on the changing table, Jack and I discussed the relative merits of his ability to 1) either focus on letter 'D' or 2) comprehensively address his father as DaDa. He handsomely won the argument by peeing on me - really, who can argue with that?

In other news, I continue to be underwhelmed by Maya's allergy medications... while her eyes are at least visible now, her poor skin is still rashy, patchy and dry. My favorite pediatrician advice so far has to do with eye drops, and it goes something like this: "Give her eye drops." ... Really? It's like giving eye drops to an ant - the degree of difficulty is rather similar.