Ella has a stuffed musical donkey that "she" named Seymore one day while I was out shopping and Dad was babysitting. It seems that she only tells Dad the names of her stuffed animals and only while I'm away from her. Hmmm, isn't that interesting? Seymore sleeps in the crib with Ella. The morning she kept reaching rolling on her side and touching him while making irritated noises. I picked him up, pulled the string, started the music and put him back in the crib. Ella promptly rolled onto her back, grinned at me, relaxed and began staring at her mobile. It must be frustrating to be unbale to do the things you want.
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