Thursday, September 20, 2012
I checked on Clare the other day, during her nap, because she fell earlier that day and bumped her head pretty hard on the floor. I saw her sound asleep laying on her Angel book. It was so sweet.
Clare repeats us. She repeats Dora. She repeats the weather guy. The other day she climbed up to Luke's highchair, and kept saying, "good boy Luke, small bites, awhh good boy."