…you’ve just gotta do it your way.
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…you’ve just gotta do it your way. Dear Elise and Althea, Happy birthday, little chickens. We love you! Feliz cumpleaños, nenas! Os queremos mas que nada. Zorionak, neskak! Sigh. There will never be words. No matter which language, there will never be words to tell you how much we love you both. xoxo Ama and/y/eta Daddy P.S. I edited this video no less than 14,000 times in the past three [...] Althea’s been on the go for a couple of weeks. She’ll push anything — books, boxes, this walker-push-toy thing. Elise likes to watch because man, why walk when mom can carry you around? PBBBBLLBPPPPLLLL. What’s so funny? A couple of videos of the girls being ADORABLE, that’s what. In the second video, the first minute is riveting. After that, it’s just babies being cute, scooting, falling over, and my husband cursing at the end. Things have been so serious lately so, on a lighter note . . . Nothing like the sound of a baby laughing to brighten your day. Here’s Elise cracking up at Daddy in Babies R Us. Elise is scooting. Now, I need a baby cage. Last week, when that one chick sang that GOD AWFUL version of “Tell Me Something Good,” Althea pretty much decided to sleep through it. I don’t blame her. The trauma was that profound. |
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