Chirpee hasn't had "the black one" around for a couple days. This means that instead of playing in daddy's black truck when he goes outside, he has to find something else to do. So far, he's spent most of his outside time pushing the stroller around pretending he has a baby in it. I took this from our living room window this afternoon. He was gazing out at the street, talking to himself (or his baby).
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I really enjoyed your last e-mail... especially the part about always being hungry. Now I feel better. :)
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