11-15-1986
Your babysitter husband, Mike, dies at the end of October. He loved you very much. Everyday when I went to pick you up, he would be there in his chair holding you and talking to you.
You are really on a schedule now; you take 2 naps day and sleep all night.
You smile whenever anyone talks to you and you can hold a rattle all by yourself.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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