Sunday, November 20, 2011




Avril's the right size for the rocking horse that my dad made back when Norah was her age. She rides it all the time now.

Avril calls it "my baby yee-haw." She is very affectionate to it petting it, kissing it, hugging it before and during and after every ride.

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