I'm typing one-handed as Matilda continues her afternoon snooze on my lap. We've had a great time today putting blocks into buckets, practicing standing up, and getting dirty in the garden. She is at the most perfect age. We are beginning to see who she is. Everything in the world pleases her. The cats, the dogs, OSSIE, her daddy. She eats like crazy (a refreshing change, I have to admit, from our other child, whose diet consists of milk, peanut butter, fish sticks, turkey kielbasa, and, sometimes, hummus. Trying to get that kid interested in vegetables has been...well..it just hasn't happened) and she loves intense flavors. She loves new people and never minds who holds her. She's got this wacky handful of hair that hangs down in her eyes. She's tough and laid-back. In other words, she's perfect.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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her cheeks should win the nobel peace prize.
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