I have discovered the art of picking grass and trying to eat it. Mr. Monty is always there to give me nice kisses while I try to eat the grass. I guess his tongue is like a bath for my face. The last picture is me trying spaghetti with tomato sauce for the first time. As you can see I am not sure about the taste of this messy stuff.
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I love reading your blog, Holly! You are so clever with the things you say, and very observant, too!! I hope you're packing your bags to come to PA. Better pack some warmer clothing, because it's chilly up here early in the morning and in the evenings. And I think your Grammy needs to buy you some shoes (although your Mommy says she thinks your feet are too fat for shoes!). We don't want those sweet feet to freeze! See you soon, then I can kiss those chubby cheeks, too! I love you!! Grammy
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