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| Today you insisted on holding your own bottle. |
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| You pushed all the buttons on your walker, squealing with every sound they made. Your legs and feet were going a million miles an hour, and then you saw the star. |
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| And you reached for the star. |
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| Today there was a lot more activity of toys flying across the kitchen table, into
my oatmeal dish, onto Murphy, and into my coffee mug.Your noises of eating,
blowing bubbles with a mouth full of sweet potatoes, grinning from ear to ear,
and squealing made we think what a happier place this would be if we would
never lose our enthusiasm over sweet potatoes, peas & teething toys...
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| Today. |
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