Saturday, May 21, 2011

Dear Darby

My precious girl you are growing up so fast. You now manage to wriggle your way to the bottom of your rocker and hang your leg out the side- just chilling. This week you laughed for the first time and at me your mum making silly hooting noises. You still manage to spew a lot but are totally cool about it and don't fuss or bother. You love having a bath which I try to give you everyday- you relax in the little hammock while I pour warm water over your body. You don't even cry anymore when I take you out. Your favourite thing is still your dummy.

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