daniel the lion

Daniel loves to growl. Sometimes he'll just growl, out of the blue, just because he feels like it. And lately, he growls when he's playing with his little plastic lion. Today, we were playing with the lion and his yellow rubber ducky, which usually resides at the edge of the bathtub but today had found its way into the living room. He loves ducks, too, and he always smiles when I show how they say, "Quack-quack." So he had his lion in one hand and his ducky in the other. "What does the lion say?" I asked. He growled. "What does the duck say?" I asked. And without missing a beat, Daniel said, "Caa-caa." Steve and I just about fell over in delight! Is that his first real word?

On a mostly unrelated note (unless you want to go into our possible propensity for a love of words!), The New York Times had an article today about how the new generations of librarians are considerably more hip than their bespectacled, shushing elders. I've always loved libraries — and I love reading and doing research and tracking down information — and when I read the article, a long-dormant desire to become a librarian reared its head. So I've been examining the College of St. Catherine's Master of Library and Information Science Web site, wondering ... wondering ...