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Apples

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There are apple trees in our yard. Some apples are red and little like me and some apples are green. I helped dad watch them all to make sure they stayed in the bin while he got more. I tasted them to see if they were good and they were! Don’t go by the face I’m making, because that is my eating face. If I like it I make a face. If I don’t like it, I wipe it off my tongue.  The little red apples are very sour, but they are ready to eat. The green apples are sour too but they are not ready to eat.  We picked the green ones from a branch that fell off the tree.  Mom said it was because there were too many apples.  I don’t think you can have too many apples, but I guess that tree does. Dad made 4 gallons of juice from all the apples I kept in the bucket.  Good thing I didn’t let any get away.

 

 

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Guerrilla Warfare

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This is it folks, this is war.  Mom and Dad and Hannah are all against me. I’ve only got Max and Oliver and Jackson and Jenny on my side.  They said, Sylvia why don’t you go lay in your crib and go to sleep? I said NO! I won’t do it!  The first night mom and I battled I managed to keep telling her no for 3 hours.  By then she wanted to go to bed.  So I got quiet… hahahaha and just when I made her think she’d won, I couldn’t help myself.  I had to laugh because I knew I had won that battle.   The dogs (Jackson and Jenny) try to help me as much as they can.  When I’m sitting up, even though they can’t come downstairs and help, they run back and forth above me making enough noise that I know they agree, I should never sleep again.  Oliver and Max help when they can too by playing and being loud enough to help me stay awake through every nap.  Mom said I could sleep through these things, but I don’t want to sleep.  I know they’re all playing and doing fun things without me, if they’re not standing next to my crib.  Don’t worry. I will keep fighting.  They will not win!

Back to my Roots

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My step great grandpa was a potato farmer so to honor him and go back to my roots we visited the potato fields when we were in Center Colorado for his memorial service.  I saw another baby whose name was Sawyer.  He was a lot bigger than me but I still said hi.  I also saw some alligators and practiced my karate moves.

 

10 Months

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I am 10 months old now.  Actually I was 10 months old a few days ago, but I’m still 10 months old now.  I can do lots of things, like clap my hands.  I had to learn how to do that because we watch the Olympics and we have to clap when USA wins gold medals.  I can also stand without holding on to things.  I had to learn how to do that because sometimes I want to hold something with both of my hands and it’s hard to sit down every time I want to do that.