Baby’s up and pushing his little walker all over the place, squealing, stopping to plunge with wild abandon into a pile of books, emerging with one held up, triumphant… He’s all about car and truck books at this point, and if you don’t read the one he wants to hear, he’ll protest loudly until you do.
And I’m making this soup. Yummm. Cornbread to follow…
Planning to be a cheerful lady for the hubster when he gets home. Gotta love the sweet hilltops with the valleys, right? =)
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