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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Hey, Sweet Cheeks!





Dear Laney,

"Hey, Sweet Cheeks!" is what the Wal Mart greeter yelled at you this afternoon when we walked into the store. You were such a peach all day long, until you single-handedly tried to bring down the flour tortilla display. When I told you "no," you hollered at me, as if you wanted to know who the hell I thought I was taking that pack of 24 tortillas out of your beefy little hand.

After shopping, we picked up Dad and met Uncle Nate for pizza:


Nate can make crazy sounds with his mouth - he promised he would teach them all to you when you get a little older, along with how to make obnoxious sounds with your armpit.

Can't wait.

Love,
Mom

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