"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Charlotte has a new-found love of her stroller. Last night after she had her bath and while I washed the dishes, she trundled to and fro pushing her stroller, her stuffed monkey and beloved blankets throughout the house. It was hilarious.

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