Journals and Writings and Photos from a silly 30-something, mother of 4 and a lot bit crazy, mother's life
Monday, January 21, 2008
Where in the World is Penelope?
The boys called this P's "Guitar Hero" hair do.
For the record, this was last Sunday, the last day in our old ward and building (they kicked us out last week and told us all to find our own denomination since I think they've just given up on us!).
Totally busted - going over the precious, yummy smelling, French-imported doll, for the ball.
I was starting to expect Rachel to call in to a tabloid and ask them to report 'Where in the World is Penelope?' along the lines of Shiloh and Suri. I am happy to report P is cuter than ever. Talking nonsense, waving, clapping, sort of sometimes blowing kisses, giving kisses, scooching on her bum, yelling at the boys (like right now in fact), wanting to eat big kid food and at least feed herself, loving attention by all and especially Aunties, Uncles, cousins, grand-rents, and great Grandpa, and willingly giving her two toothed smile to all (except if you have facial hair-like cousin Carl (and look-alike Captain Jack) then she will like to keep a constant wary eye on you).