It's Tuesday, and I thought I'll keep the trend going and continue the story from last Tuesday.

Every baby in my Family has a baby.  My Daughter has a special one that you can find in random positions around the house, doing real things.  When we go work out she says her doll goes to "The Doll Gym" and the baby belongs to "The Dolly Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints."  I had a baby too.  The one that I remember carrying with me from very young, to much older is a stuffed little white puppy poodle dog.  I found it at one point when I was ten, I slept the best that I had in probably five years.  I maybe would even now sleep with the baby if I found it.

I was blessed in the same outfit my older brother wore. Tiny, cute, and under a month old. My Grandmother had wanted to have me wait two months to be blessed since I had a cousin being blessed the same day, but I'm not one to be put off so easily.

My Mother said she doesn't remember why, but I was so very upset. What is most precious about this picture to me is that I see that look on the face of my youngest daughter when sometimes the mad that she feels is so mad she could fight. This isn't the baby that held me through the ages, but he was close.

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