What a dear

She has cheeks that shake when she walks, and they've been kissed so much I can't believe they've survived!

This week she has discovered books. She hunts for them, throws them on the couch, and tries to throw her leg up on the couch, grunting and pointing and showing me the book. I sit and "read" the book, then she hunts for another and another. I am so tired of the books we have here - we need an emergency trip to the library. (well that's something I thought I'd never say) Sometimes Emma jumps up next to her and tries to help me read. Libby feels threatened and hits Emma, snatches the book, and squeals like a stuck pig. This never ends well . . . I'm not sure what to do. Send Emma away? Take the books from Libby? Ugh. Anyway, she is learning the names and sounds of animals and she even saw a real deer in our backyard. She squealed and said "deeuh"! Chucky is delighted.