Jenny's grandfather Don built a little step-stool long ago that was given to us when Oliver was born. We've used it for brushing teeth and that kind of thing. Zaeda has started carrying it around the house as her portable passport to slightly higher things. As I type this, she is carrying it from room to room, seeing what she can get into. In her hand is some floss (all pulled out) from the top bathroom drawer.
Zaeda is also quite into dressing up. A couple days ago she disappeared into her room and emerged as this fashionable character:
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Your hands are very very full. Love the blog darren
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