Today Tara is 18 months old. At her checkup today, she clocked in at around 75% percentile for both height and weight, though we suspect the height measurement was a little generous. Last night we tried to think up how many words she knows; we counted at least forty, but I’m sure there are more. She loves music, and loves to sing. Yesterday, I was trying to get her to sing “Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate’s life for me!” She said “yo-yo yo-yo” over and over, and even this afternoon she was still doing it in the car. I’m now trying to get her to say, “What up, dog?” as I figure it will go well with the “yo-yo.” She is a happy and healthy little girl, and although we can see the beginnings of the terrible twos around the corner, she is still an absolute delight.

In other news, the City of San Diego doesn’t seem favorable to the idea of putting fluoride in the water, but apparently poo is A-OK! On Saturday night, the mayor issued a “boil water order” because there was e. coli in the water due to a water main break on Tuesday. Apparently, we had five good days worth of drinking tainted water before they figured out what was going on. All the restaurants in our part of town were ordered shut down. Jennifer and I were out on a date when all this happened, eating dinner in a part of town that was not affected, so we didn’t find out about it until we picked up our kids on Sunday morning. That’s what we get for not watching TV nor reading the paper. Finally on Sunday evening the boil order was rescinded. I’ll be turning on all the taps now.