with all of those Christmas & birthday toys, guess what had them giggling up storm?
why, 3 feet of unrolled easel paper, of course.
my girl is into writing fancy like, with balls on the ends of her letters, just.like.mom.
for reasons that i can no longer articulate...cause they don't make sense anymore.
but i assure you, i had my reasons at that time.
sadly said butchering was cut short by a blowout diaper from baby hugh. the kind that goes all of the way up to the neck & soaks through the diaper, clothes, a swaddle blanket, and a white swing...including the straps. nothing a little oxi clean couldn't handle.
i'll keep him anyway.
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