Wednesday, May 03, 2006
The other day Taylor told us that she needed a new sheepy, but I guess I didn't realize how much she did need one till I was cleaning her room, this morning, and found all of the little pieces that are left. Taylor's sheepy, that's what she calls her sheep skin and it has stuck, was the size of Quinten's at one point and now it is in pieces. She loves it. If we let her she would take it everywhere. She loves rubbing them on her face and saying, "Oh sheepy", in her soft little voice. I smile just thinking about it. She will be all grown up and will probably still have it.