London is like that poem,
There was a little girl with a little curl right in the middle of her forehead
and when she was good she was very very good but when she was bad she was horrid.
She is so sweet and likes to snuggle and giggle. She is just plain adorable and she is talking alot more now. But when she does not get her way or when she doesn't want to pleasant. Yikes.
I think she is just a drama queen. We were attempting to go on a walk at Grandma's house today and it was windy and she was crying because she thought she was going to blow away. She has no ounce of tomboy in her. But I will keep trying to instill the love of outdoors in her and toughen her up a bit...her dad won't do it. He is such a softie with her. He is a softie with all of them but especially his dimpled darling.
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