Abby snatched her little dolly off the changing table and carried it around
with her today. It's been sitting there for a while but I guess she's finally
at the age where it's of interest to her. Mind you, not necessarily because
of what it is as much as it's another thing to chew on. But it still makes
me see her as a little girl and not a baby. Which depresses the crud out of
me. I hate seeing the last one grow up. I had no idea how hard that would be.