You know what's totally difficult? Getting my Dad to stand real still while I opened my eyes nice and big in the sunshine so that could get a look at the Blue Ridge mountains out there for the first time.
Who am I kidding? I can't see past my whatcha-call-'ems... feetses. Doggone this baby talk! It's like a speech impediment that people are forcing on me! I have to rely on wikipedia for anything factual at this point - good thing the hospital's got free wi-fi. Oh, right: my movie. Got the attention span of a goldfish over here, sorry.
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yay! now I have a blog too, which means i can stalk you, little Ivy, and leave you comments! keep that firm grasp on your daddy's pinky...it'll come in handy later!
ReplyDeletelove,
Lauren M. (who goes by Lew - its a family name...)