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We got in around five o'clock tonight and it's good to be home again. Even when you go someplace like the Grand Canyon or Venice or even the neighborhood ice cream shop, it's still good to get back home. We had a great time at the lake feeding the fish, going to the Strawberry Festival, kayaking, swimming and doing a little relaxing, too.

We use one of those baby monitors at the lake because with everything that's going on, it can be hard to hear when Jake wakes up from his nap in the downstairs bedroom. We don't need one at home, so it's interesting to listen in on him when he's just woken up, before he yells out for one of us. At home we can usually hear him talking and playing by himself for 10 or 15 minutes before he's ready to get up, but we can't make out what he's saying. Yesterday, after a good 3 hour nap, we finally heard some tossing and turning on the monitor. Then, we heard the following:

"Ha......Ha.........Ha" (spoken slowly, and sleepily)

"Funny"

"Jake Funny"

Yes, Jake, there's no need to worry. You are funny. "Big Funny," as you would say. You crack us right up.