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Jan. 29th, 2010 09:16 pmToday the Zoodle is one year old.
She has eight teeth (four top, four bottom). She makes a hilarious wrinkly-nosed mischievous grin. She sleeps with her face mooshed into a fuzzy pink bear that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sinvokasha got her. She loves books: she will page happily through them by herself almost indefinitely; when read to, she will rage at you for stopping, even after a stack of fifteen books. She loves to jump up and down. She can clap almost in time with a song. She can point to noses, ears, mouths, and the red balloon in Goodnight Moon. She's not too fussed about chocolate cake but adores cranberry muffins. She prefers to scoot across the room on her bum rather than crawl. She loves cats and dogs and animals of all kinds; her favourite books involve large colourful pictures of same. Last night she didn't get to sleep until past 8, in part because she kept detaching herself from my boob to make very sentence-like comments in a tone that sounded like "oh, hey, I just thought of something!"
Happy birthday, my beautiful, brilliant, fabulous baby. You are my delight.
She has eight teeth (four top, four bottom). She makes a hilarious wrinkly-nosed mischievous grin. She sleeps with her face mooshed into a fuzzy pink bear that
sinvokasha got her. She loves books: she will page happily through them by herself almost indefinitely; when read to, she will rage at you for stopping, even after a stack of fifteen books. She loves to jump up and down. She can clap almost in time with a song. She can point to noses, ears, mouths, and the red balloon in Goodnight Moon. She's not too fussed about chocolate cake but adores cranberry muffins. She prefers to scoot across the room on her bum rather than crawl. She loves cats and dogs and animals of all kinds; her favourite books involve large colourful pictures of same. Last night she didn't get to sleep until past 8, in part because she kept detaching herself from my boob to make very sentence-like comments in a tone that sounded like "oh, hey, I just thought of something!"Happy birthday, my beautiful, brilliant, fabulous baby. You are my delight.
