Stella is a bundle of energy and joy and cuteness. She talks and talks and talks. She even warmed up to Greg, our fabulous contractor, and carried on very interesting conversations with him. When we drove home from Massachusetts on Saturday, Miss Stella saw no reason to stay in her carseat. I disagreed, and she let us all know how upset she was. After telling her a number of times that she wasn't getting out of her seat, I tried to ignore her. She'd have none of it, though, stopping the crying long enough to tell me more than once, "I talking
you, Mama," and just in case I didn't realize that she was crying, she told me, "I crying. I crying, Mama."
Photos taken (most at the middle school, where Henry attended Lego Robotics Camp) 8/4/11
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