The city has been doing construction on our road since mid-May. Dillon is absolutely fascinated with all the machinery. Truth be known, Dave & I are too, we just don't go running to look out the window each time we hear one coming. Whenever she hears one, she says "Truck!" while doing her truck sign and runs to get on the couch so she can look out the window. It's provided many a convenient distraction whenever she's headed toward something she shouldn't be in. Today they were working on our driveway. As part of the construction company's contract, they have to provide so much paving on all the driveways. We are getting about 30 feet of ours done. Dillon LOVED watching the trucks in her own driveway. She even carried her truck book around for a while this evening talking about the trucks. We should all be so easy to entertain!
A couple of days ago, I asked "Where's Dillon?" in that lets-play-peekaboo voice. Instead of hiding her face, she very joyfully pointed to herself and grinned the biggest grin she could possibly muster. Thinking it was a fluke, I asked again and she did the same thing again. It's official- she knows her name!
A friend came over briefly today and as she was leaving, she blew Dillon a kiss. You could see the lightbulb go on for Dillon- she immediately blew a kiss back. Then Da got home and he got a kiss blown at him. Still won't outright give us a kiss, but she'll blow them our way. It's a start, I guess.