There hasn't been much going on around here... same old snow. Same old cold. Same old winter. Spring, where are you?!?
This weekend, Riley grew up. She gave up her bottle (I forgot to bring one to CF this weekend, thus the sudden change) and she learned to climb stairs. The stairs took her less than 5 minutes to figure out. And suddenly, out came the
Grant has been talking. That might not sound amazing to anyone but me. He is Reagan's opposite... Words just pour out of her -- it's like she can't stop them even when she tries. Grant is deliberate and halting when he talks. Something like: "I. like. gweeeen." or "Yaya. Let. me. GO!" I hear that one too often.
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