Ada, Ada, Ada.
She continues to love baby John, though she doesn't understand being quiet when he sleeps, or not getting right in his face and saying, "John, John, John," in a very loud voice when he is finally calm. But, we'll get there.
And more and more she plays mama to her own babies, imitating everything that I do.
She's a stinker through and through, but I love her, love her, love her.