Writings of a northeastern artist girl in Floridian exile.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Merritt has begun to walk. He will only do it between two people but at the rate he has been going, this time next week he will toddling all over the place. He also says "kitty" and it is so cute I can barely stand it. He waves hello and goodbye. He turned eleven months old yesterday.

It's so stifling hot outside--I can't believe I was pregnant this time last year! I must never have left the house.

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