I am my dear baby sister's regular breakfast, lunch and dinner companion, just in case she drops a little treat for the Burns-man. Baby food/mush is deeee-lish! Baby M doesn't have enough winter hats. I counted earlier this evening (yes, I can count) and she has 17. In fear that her wee head would get cold, Mom bought her another one today. Perhaps it will help her get over her Santaphobia.
We miss you Pa and Nana!