Rachel loves her beads. She wears them around the house, out to feed her cows (recently, her word for cows is boooda. Sounds like cow to me.), and she wore them to Mother Goose time at the library. I'm certainly not going to fault her for it since I spent most of my childhood running around in an old red nightgown when I went to my Granny's house. Anyways, this weekend, Rachel thought Pepper should get to be pretty too. She dug her beads out of the toy box and put them on Pepper. (Please ignore the Pringles can. It was empty... she was hoping it would become full again if she carried it around).
Putting out trials with daddy
13 years ago
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