
Violet will finally sit still long enough for me to braid her hair.
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She discovered that when I un-do it, she has curly hair. She's addicted.

Fairy God Gwen sent some bat finger puppets.

Violet loves them.
On a whiny note, this poem made me all verklempt.

And this is waaaaay late, but we went to Abigale's birthday party. What a sweet girl. There was pink princess goodness oozing from her pores.

Piper made friends with Baby Owen. They were born only a few days apart. I love their big fat baby heads.

I love birthday cake, don't you? The sugarier, the better. Is sugarier a word?

Piper: B-b-b-b-b-bah bah bah b- b- b...
Owen: D-d-d-d- da da da d-d- d...

Violet will not quit singing this song. It's driving me bat$%*@. That lady sounds crazy. I want to see a photo of her. I'm guessing aging hippy, yes? Not that I don't loves me some aging hippies. The guy at 3:34 cracks me up. He's so serious. I bet it's her husband. No, they totally wouldn't be married. It would be her 'lover', or her 'partner in the grand journey we call life', or her 'constant mammal' or something.

"Hey, Mama--did you see my new game? Did you? Huh? HUH? Huh, Mama? Did you see?"

"Look, Mama! I put them on my head like this. MAMA!!! You weren't looking."

"Then I do THIS and they fly off. Isn't that AMAZING? I think my game is AMAZING. I make up the most AMAZING games."