Lotta laughter

This week, with all of its craziness and uncertainty, Lotta laughed for the very first time.  How strange the contrast of Lotta gaining skills each week, while Ellie loses hers.  I was pondering how much Ellie is like an infant right now.  Yesterday, I inquired whether Ellie was feeling cold.  She responded with, "What is cold?" Which gave me pause.  How do you explain "cold" to someone with low body temperature? 

When I first arrived at the hospital today, Ellie was very out of it, not even really responding to questions.  Now she is much much closer to her baseline--even telling the nurse she was feeling happy.  She just made up a word, "peal-ile" for a pealed pile of crayons, she even laughed at her funny word.    When I told her I was writing a blog, she wanted me to tell everyone she is feeling jilled and is funderful.