Steve tells me I need to blog again so as to push down my pathetic post from weeks ago. So this is what I'm here to say:

Norah named her plastic horse "Rahita Rahita Climb Down Your Hair". It's the best horse's name of all time, if you ask me.

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Anonymous said…
I love it! Does she use the full name always? Also, I've missed your posts. AG
March 18, 2011 11:24 PM
Sarah said…
you've got to record her saying that. she's so cute.
March 19, 2011 9:42 AM
Jennifer said…
Love it. Those are the best memories of kids--forget the special occasions. I can tell your daughter's smart just by what she named her horse. You know what I mean.
March 20, 2011 11:28 PM
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