Katherine has been doing really well recently, being a good helper, a happy walker, etc. But we’ve had a good week now of no naps, lots of challenges to authority, and blunt refusal to learn letters or play along. Tomorrow I expect her to come down wearing a Che Guevara shirt and a bandanna over her curls. Sydney and I have conferred at length, tried shifting naps, etc., to no avail. But today I peered into her mouth and spied her final set of molars coming in, so I think we have the answer to our queries. I only hope that they hurry up: she’s now refusing to talk in more than grunts and single words, and yesterday she took a bite out of one of our wooden dining chairs . . .