As many of you know my Daddy has been working in St Louis a lot lately. Nightly I ask "Dad-da e-you?" (Dadda where are you?) in hoping that he will jump out of a room and scare me but lately he hasn't and Mama keeps telling me he is at work.
Saturday mornings are all about Daddy..today we played with a little bit of everything..

practicing carrying my backpack

going through the tunnel

playing peek-a-boo

In our friend Amy's boots

picking out books to read
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