Michaela's finally figured out how to make noise with a harmonica. I had bought her one nearly a year ago while visiting Kentucky, but she got another one for the music class she's taking in Berkeley. She's beginning to demand that she be able to eat exactly like us - so she wants to hold a fajita and bite it herself or to stab the chicken with a fork. Whenever it's time to go, if she doesn't run for the back yard, she eagerly climbs into the car and her car seat.
|Zzzzzzzzzzzz||It's a cold walk to the library.|
|Smoooooch!||Thats-a what-a I'm-a trying to say!|
|I like playing with a baby.||I like the style but it needs more power.|
|I'm sitting on an elephant!||What? I'm not supposed to be playing with the wet wood chips?|