Sense of Time
Ivie still doesn't have any concept of time. Which is good, because it means we can agree to do things for an impractical amount of time, and she doesn't know the difference.
Her latest such request? Pretty much every night, to either me or Dale (and sometimes both), as we stand by the side of her bed:
"Can you hold my hand for 50 minutes?"
Nine times out of ten her request is 50 minutes. Occasionally it's 55. Last night, for Dale, it was 3.
Speaking of Time...
Ivie's word to describe the previous day?