Mom drove up recently, and unfortunately for her but fortunately for us, left Dad's camera at our house, so she made a return visit. On the second go she stopped at the Pepperidge Farm factory and brought a large bag of broken mint Milanos and of goldfish crackers. We split them to share with siblings, but our portions didn't last three days. Thanks, Mom, or Grandma Hooper, as I'm now getting used to calling her instead of Dad's late delightful mom.
Having three girls in a row, Grandma is used to playing with hair, and gave V adorable pigtails, which only slightly look like tiny horns. V's hair curls when wet, but as soon as it dries, goes straight as a stick. Hopefully she'll become accustomed to people doing her hair without causing tears.
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| V's first ponytail |
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| Pigtails with Grandma Hooper. There V goes, sucking her tiny thumb. |
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