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Toddler Update



Mamie is 2 years, 7 months old and 36 inches tall, which is very tall. Her favorite things are dinosaurs, books, cooking, and outside.

Right this second, her two chicken friends, Peep and Bok, are talking to each other.

"Peep peep"
"Bok."
"Hello, Mom"
"Bok."
"Mom mom."
"Yes, sweetie."

Bok is Peep's mom.

Her hair has grown down to her waist band, and she runs when I say the word "ponytail."

She is trying to learn the word "skull" but usually says "head bone." Daddy has no head bone because he is a jelly head.

She does not nap. You don't have to ask me if she took a nap today, because if she had, I would have called TMZ.

She woke me up for breakfast yesterday and said "Happy Mother's Day." Nick said she did not practice.

She is so patient and happy while Mommy conserves energy to grow her little sister.

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