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

—Tennyson

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Charlotte loves owls lately, a little stuffed one that she keeps taking from Isaiah, as well as two styrofoam and felt combinations that I glued together. She started saying, "owly, owly" which sounds a lot like "owie." She also loves the moon, so any book that can combine the two is remarkable in her eyes.

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