Thursday, February 5, 2009
You built a train track-a long one that wasn't connected (not a circle-just a line). You exclaimed, "This is the coolest track ever!"/ You like to play dr. I lay down. You lift up my shirt so you can see my stomach. You pile things on it, reassuring me with each new thing that it won't hurt./ Your favorite doughnuts are crumb doughnuts. You call them "crumbly doughnuts"./ Your face is broadening and getting bigger. Your voice is sounding a little different, older.