You'd never know it, but she's teething -- just got her first tooth this weekend, in front on the top. And today she got her first goose egg. If she gets a shiner we're going to start calling her Fang.
Oh-oh! How did she get the gooseegg (goosegg? goose egg?)
i love the color of her hair. I wish mine was that pretty.
What a gorgeous little girl. I'm sure she is that peaceful all the time. :-)
Thanks for stopping by Living Poetry. Your poem got a great response; we loved discussing it.
Amy
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Oh-oh! How did she get the gooseegg (goosegg? goose egg?)
i love the color of her hair. I wish mine was that pretty.
What a gorgeous little girl. I'm sure she is that peaceful all the time. :-)
Thanks for stopping by Living Poetry. Your poem got a great response; we loved discussing it.
Amy