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La La La

The Gremlin has started singing. She generally doesn't know the words, but that doesn't stop her. She will go "la la lo hum hum" until she gets to a word she knows. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star becomes "La la lo hum hum what lo la la. Uppy la la high..." This morning, that played to her benefit.

We were listening to Aunt Abby on the radio and a song came on in which the refrain goes "oohhoohhoohh oh oh, don't forget what he said," among other things. We had the oohhs down pat!

Let's just hope she did NOT inherit her mother's singing ability. :)

Here are a few shots. As you can see, we have to almost ALWAYS have a doll. There are 4 we put into rotation. One is named Baby because it is a baby and wears a diaper - though it is usually naked. The other three are named Dolly. I'd like to think it is in honor of my great aunt, but...sometimes the obvious answer is the right one. And Grandpa, as you can see, Belinda and the other home-made doll are getting a second lease at life. She loves my old home-made Cabbage Patch Kids. THANK YOU. It kind of feels like she is getting to play with you and Grandma every day.








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  1. That baby boy is so big! I've seen the numbers, but to see him laying by Maddy... wowzers. He and his cousin are gonna have fun wrestling!

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    1. He is just so tall. When I get him to stand up he is almost as tall as she is. I am sure he and Liam can cause some serious troubles.

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