I'm starting to smile more. Maybe it's because my tummy doesn't hurt so much anymore (thanks for quitting dairy, Mommy - I know how much you miss eating cheese) or maybe its just because I'm starting to recognize the things that make me happy (like hanging out on the changing table with my diaper off). I'm also starting to "find" my hands (usually with my mouth) and to "talk" when the mood strikes. I tell the most riveting stories! Have you heard the one about the time I went splitboarding?
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Happy
I'm starting to smile more. Maybe it's because my tummy doesn't hurt so much anymore (thanks for quitting dairy, Mommy - I know how much you miss eating cheese) or maybe its just because I'm starting to recognize the things that make me happy (like hanging out on the changing table with my diaper off). I'm also starting to "find" my hands (usually with my mouth) and to "talk" when the mood strikes. I tell the most riveting stories! Have you heard the one about the time I went splitboarding?
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From Juni: Sounds like we've been on similar adventures...like Cataract. Weeeeee.
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