Last time I let Dad change her pants. She came back with the pants on her head.

I let Brooklyn play with my cell phone for a few minute while I open the door for Trent. When I came back she had answered a call from Grandma and was trying to talk to her on the phone. Six months old and already knows how to talk on the phone boy I am in trouble. I better get more minutes on my phone.


Brooklyn's cousin Carson came over to play. I can't believe at this age they could both want the same toy. I tried to get them to play with other toys but they both wanted to play with the keys. I am just gald that they took turns sticking it in there mouth without fighting.

1 comment:
I love the pants picture! so cute. It's funny how things like that seem to happen when daddy's help. :)
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