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Rosie gave me a new camera, so here you have a picture of today. Lucy can't stop playing with the phone, and Bowden can't remain clothed. Ah, well.


abigail said…
Millie just came over to see pictures, and as she came, she was stripping off her dress. She's done this since she was little and doesn't seem to be outgrowing it. If a fixation with nekkidness lasts, we're both in trouble.
abigail said…
Oh, and thank her for us. We love pictures. We love pictures. We love pictures.
kelly v said…
I'm so glad she did! I've missed seeing all the Tate updates.
sarah said…
i remember when i was seven or eight years old my mom sitting me down and having a serious conversation about how i needed to have clothes on when i was around people.
Sandy said…
I'm so glad you're back! I've missed you so.
Anonymous said…
I was seriously considering starting up a "Buy Sarah a new Camera" campaign. Way to go Rosie!!

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