After some adorable sleeping, we woke up and dealt with a small babysitting hiccough. You spent the majority of your day with Grandmapa. You were apparently a bit of a crab apple. Grandmom got home and you went for a long walk, and then we all spent time together. We ate dinner, and tried to figure out the meaning of your fusses...and Grandmom saved the day with the music box. Mister? We need a music box.
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