I am a little angel.

don't get a crick in your neck.
See, I have wings.
I am no longer a baby. I am two. I used to be very small. I had to be in a special room with the other very special tiny babies. I was tiny for a long time. But I am not tiny anymore. I am as tall as a lot of 3 and 4 year olds and I weigh only 10 to 12 lbs. less than my 6 year old cousin. My mommy started crying last night when she realized I was a big kid. I don't know why. Wasn't that the plan? I am learning my phonics I know the word book and books. I can read that word! I know most of my letter sounds. I like to play games at
Word World. I like Dog's letter pit. Mommy bought me phonics books yesterday. I don't like the way Mommy reads. She isn't nearly as dramatic as Daddy. I guess she needs to practice.
I went to a wedding last weekend. I cried. I always cry at weddings. It was my Cousin Ross's wedding. There was lots of flower petals. And really good cake. They also had this screen door I could open. There was also a lot of babies and little kids. I like babies and little kids.
okay bye,
Bronte