It is such a nice morning. Rob is still off at the youth gathering. Bridget is sleeping away in her room. I am sipping my thai coffee(i can be more daring with the spiced coffees when Rob is away) and anxiously waiting to try Bridget's new patchwork pants on her. Her little life seems to progress at light speed lately. Where crawling seemed so far away.... suddenly she's getting up on them hands and knees with determination. Where once s
he could barely get that cheerio to her lips, now she shovels in handfulls of squash and steals the spoon away if I am not doing it right. But she's still my baby..... all baby. Trusting, daring, teasing little baby of mine. She is figuring out what makes us laugh and then works hard to get it right. Last night I watched her try to make the dog laugh. Libby is a hard audience. She would stick out her tongue, wag that head, and bark but Libby would only look at us with this look like "um, I think the kid is having some sort of fit. would you do something please?" Finally Bridge turned to us completely baffled at why the dog wouldn't talk back to her.
he could barely get that cheerio to her lips, now she shovels in handfulls of squash and steals the spoon away if I am not doing it right. But she's still my baby..... all baby. Trusting, daring, teasing little baby of mine. She is figuring out what makes us laugh and then works hard to get it right. Last night I watched her try to make the dog laugh. Libby is a hard audience. She would stick out her tongue, wag that head, and bark but Libby would only look at us with this look like "um, I think the kid is having some sort of fit. would you do something please?" Finally Bridge turned to us completely baffled at why the dog wouldn't talk back to her. 
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