Look how big my baby is! And her sister! Sometimes we call that baby Birdie. I don't know why. It's fun. She turned a year old in Tennessee at my parents' house. First we strapped her in a minivan and drove for 3 days to get there. Mostly she didn't mind and when she did cry, that good sister of hers would do a puppet show for her from the back back seat or I would throw crackers back to her as a peace offering.
She can do lots of new things: walking, climbing, clapping, kissing. I like to just sit and watch her toddle around the house doing all her jobs (wearing boots, yelling at the cat, making messes) and marvel at how fantastic she is.
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We dicovered tonight that she likes to dance to a clicking tongue, and clicks right along with you. Papa
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