Annabel just pulled herself up to standing
Way to go, Annabel!
O took a whack to the noggin this morning when he fell
We have wood floors. Sara has cracked her head on them many times. But she's fine. Those little skulls are amazingly durable.
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Annabel just pulled herself up to standing
Way to go, Annabel!
O took a whack to the noggin this morning when he fell
We have wood floors. Sara has cracked her head on them many times. But she's fine. Those little skulls are amazingly durable.
right on, Annabel! Whee!
Yay, Annabelle!
Cash, hardwood flooring may be harder than a dirt floor, but it's hella easier to keep sanitary. And the little guy will have sooooooooooo much fun sliding around on it in his socks in a few years.
My folks had hardwood in upstairs hall and on the stairwell. One of my favorite memories of early childhood is sliding, bumpity-bump-bump, down the stairs on purpsose.
She's 9 months old tomorrow. How did she get so big and so accomplished so fast?
Right on! Early walker, I bet. She's going to start cruising soon, so expect things to come off bookshelves if you have any down low.
Timelies, Bitches.
Many hippo birdies to those whose entry-into-the-world days I missed.
~ma and punctuation to those who need it.
billytea, much strength to you. Let us know if we can help in any way.
Go Annabel with the standing and plopping!
ION, 2005 is picking up where 2004 left off. Anyone ever been audited by the IRS?
One of my favorite memories of early childhood is sliding, bumpity-bump-bump, down the stairs on purpsose.
Me too!
Eeeek, Maria! Jeez!
One of my favorite memories of early childhood is sliding, bumpity-bump-bump, down the stairs on purpsose.
Me too!
Anyone ever been audited by the IRS?
Oh, Maria! I've never been audited, but my dad has--several times. From the way he talks about it, it's more nuisance than nightmare.
Maria! I just audited a girl named Maria! And nothing in her files, matches her refund wiles, at allllllll!
Hooray for the bumping down the stairs.
Eeeek, Maria! Jeez!
I said much the same thing when I pulled the envelope out of the mailbox. Except there were a few more epithets and tears. The IRS certainly knows how to wish someone happy holidays. Pbfft.
From the way he talks about it, it's more nuisance than nightmare.
That's what my CPA tells me, too. The problem is I am the world's worst keeper of records, so pulling together information for all of 2002 is going to be a nightmare.
Good luck with the move, and I shall miss having you within driving distance!
Edited to bwah! and mwah! at Hec. Giggles are good.