Margot snoozing with her Dad.
On Friday night, Margot and I drove up to Towson (a suburb of Baltimore) and had dinner with my aunt Priscilla, her friend and her grandchildren. These boys, Ben, Oliver, and Ronan, couldn't get enough of Margot. It was so sweet!
Oliver (6 years old) informed me that Margot had, in fact, said each of the boys' names with perfect clarity, uttering her first words (besides the ma, ba, la, ga, wa) in front of his very eyes. You could say that Oliver wasn't lying, but maybe story telling, just a bit.
Margot crawled right up to my knees while we were playing. I love that face! She melts my heart.
More snoozing with Margot. So sweet.
Earlier in the week, Margot squeezed in a little Buns Of Steel workout. All business, this little one!
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