Helping mommy in the kitchen. Every time I make bread, she puts her stool up by the counter, and puts a little flour down and kneads her own little roll. It's pretty cute.
We still haven't gotten Emmaline a bed yet, because she would fall off and hit her head a thousand times a night; every morning we go in there she ends up in another spot so we line the mattresses with blankets and pillows.
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