Lovely Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.
Lovely Bridge is falling down, my friend Maddie.
Tonight she heard me tell Ernest that I don't care for crackers (he loves Ritz crackers with a bit of cream cheese). That's what they were all having for a snack. Ally brought one over to me, "Try it Mama! It's good!" I took a little nibble and she said, "See? Good!" with the cutest little nod. I could totally see me doing that to her when trying to get her to try something new.
According to Uncle Rob, she is just like I was when I was that age. That's a bit scary. Though I guess she doesn't scream as loud or throw quite as big fits as I used to. Great.
Jacob has gotten this thing where he throws a tantrum, stomping his little feet and shaking his head. Apparently I didn't do that when I was little. Hmmm...I wonder where he might get that from. Ernest denies any knowledge of such behavior.... I have my suspicions.
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