We have no idea who taught her that, although I have a short list of suspects who will be duly interrogated. Nonetheless, it's pretty damn funny. At least it wasn't "S is for..."
In other news, we have a new baby! Irie joined us eleven days ago, leading the way with her massively-larger-than-average noggin, followed by the rest of her 9 lbs, 7 oz body, and is just ridiculously sweet and beautiful and all those other things one hopes one's infant will be. She basically sleeps and eats. She really only complains when she's hungry or is having her diaper changed. She occasionally looks remarkably like her sister Abigail, which is bittersweet, but I'd really rather get to glimpse Abigail's face again than not. Irie also occasionally resembles, at various times, Winston Churchill, Marlon Brando ("I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse˝, Robert Deniro (his classic contemplative look), and Bruce Willis (his "are you effin' crazy?" look). And today, her cord stump fell off, revealing an absurdly cute bellybutton.
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