You coo like a morning dove when you wake up.
You love to suck on the satin binding on your blankets and taggy book from Mrs Mc.
You sound like a cat when you complain that you are tired, but you don’t cry unless you are stuck in your car seat.
You hate your car seat.
You LOVE your brothers.
You smile for Daddy no matter how tired you are.
You pick up your legs and thump your feet in you Moses Basket about 3 times as you fall asleep or wake up.
You think feet are good toys.
You are taking an ominous interest in my earrings and hair.
Your right front insisor is about 2 mm past your gumline.
Sometimes you can roll over, but you are trying to figure out how to do it consistently, sometimes when I think you should be sleeping.
I just cleaned up your spit up off the carpet, time for Mommy to stop blogging and make pizza dough
My musings on our homeschool, coop, figuring out what my educational philosophy is anyway, and will I ever make curtains for the rest of the appartment?
