This one below... what is up with my child?
We ate tacos, then cake. Everyone got really high on sugar and started popping balloons by sitting on them.
Janna baked her own cake. Red velvet. It was delicious!
Happy Birthday, Janna. Whenever I think of us being little, the first thing I think is how you would always say "I'm sorry" first. We would fight and get sent to our rooms. A little while later a note would be slipped underneath my door. It would always say something like, "I'm sorry. Let's play when Mom lets us out, okay?" WITHOUT FAIL, it was YOU who apologized FIRST. Thanks for that example. I've always remembered it. I love you so much! I love living by you and letting our big, real-life dolls play together.
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Awwww thank you Alana! You are so sweet. I love you too! Love the pictures. So true about the real-life dolls. Haha, I love it.
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