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

—Tennyson

Monday, January 24, 2011

While I washed Charlotte's back-up lovey today, she stuffed her other one in a cup of milk. So I had to go throw it in the next batch of wash. She was distraught to be without it, but played pretty well until the first one was dry. I brought her clean, dry lovey to her before her nap and as soon as she saw it, she said, "Thank you!"

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