She likes to blow bubbles in her own drool. After a few minutes she looks rabid!
It has been fun watching her interact with the dogs. She is fascinated with them and they with her. I have said, "don't lick the baby!" more times than I like to admit!
She is rolling from front to back. I think she just did it to get out of tummy time.
She's so happy! :)
ReplyDeleteGood parenting + puppy kisses = happy baby!
Has she started packing yet? If she needs help, let me know!!! :)
Can I say too often how beautiful she is?? She is the happiest baby - drool and all!
ReplyDeleteWow! Rolling from front to back; what an accomplishment for Margaret! Here is something new for you to read to her. A poem about dog's cold noses.
ReplyDelete"Why The Dog's Nose Is Always Cold"
"What makes the dog's nose always cold?"
I'll try to tell you, curls of gold,
If you will good and quiet be,
And come and stand by mamma's knee,
Well, years, and years, and years ago--
How many I don't really know--
There came a rain on sea and shore;
Its like was never seen before
Or since. It fell unceasing down
Till all the world began to drown.
But just before it began to pour,
An old, old man--his name was Noah--
Built him an ark, that he might save
His family from the watery grave;
And in it also he designed
To shelter two of every kind
Of beast. Well, dear, when it was done.
And heavy clouds obscured the sun,
The Noah folks to it quickly ran,
And then the animals began
To gravely march along in pairs;
The leopards, tigers, wolves, and bears,
The deer, the hippopotamuses,
The rabbits, squirrels, elks, walrusses,
The camels, goats, cats and donkeys,
The tall giraffes, the beavers, monkeys,
The rats, the big rhinoceroses,
The dromedaries and the horses,
The sheep, the mice, and kangaroos,
Hyenas, elephants, and koodoos,
And hundreds more--'twould take all day,
My dear, so many names to say--
And at the very, very end
Of the procession, by his friend
And master, faithful dog was seen;
The livelong time he'd helping been
To drive the crowd of creatures in,
And now with loud, exultant bark,
He gaily sprang aboard the Ark.
Alas! So crowded was the space
He could not in it find a place;
So patiently he tured about--
Stood half way in and half way out.
And those extremely heavy show'rs
Descended through nine hundred hours
And more; and darling, at the close,
Most frozen was his honest nose;
And never could it lose again
The dampness of that dreadful rain,
And that is what, my curls of gold,
Made all the doggies' noses cold!
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