



Again, the foot in the air. Right after these pictures, I loaded her up in her new wagon and we walked the three or four blocks to the post office. I had her buckled in the wagon and I laid the mail in the bottom of the wagon. I figured she wouldn't be able to get to it since she was buckled. WRONG! I looked back about halfway home and she had the mail in her hand flinging it all over the road. What am I ever gonna do with this kid?
What a girl. I can't believe how fast she is growing up too. Before you know it, she'll be graduating from high school too! I loved playing with her yesterday, and just love her.
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