Last night's new phrase was "stop it". I'm not entirely convinced she knows what it means yet, since she said it in two completely different and opposite situations:

• Ella came over and started licking Samantha's face, at which point she said "Ella stop it".
  
  
• I was putting her shoes on her so she could go over and see her friend Cole for an hour while Amy and I went to an open house for Arlington pre-schools. Although she likes Cole and Cole's mother Becky and was eager to go (me: "Samantha, do you want to go see Becky and Cole for a while?" samantha: "Yeah! Becky!!!!") she still kept repeating "stop it" as I put her shoes on. Who knows? Maybe she just wanted to go barefoot.
  

Last night was a rough one. For some reason she woke up repeatedly during the night, screaming hysterically for her pacifier, and unwilling to be consoled until Amy came in and held her. This happened at 1am, at 2am, and again at 3:30am and she was up for at least 1/2 hour each time. We finally got to sleep at around 4am, and then at 5:15am Ella woke up and threw up on the floor. Dogs... Some days you just can't get a break.