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Maia loves it when she gets to come up to the house. She thinks she belongs in the house.

Morgan was home sick from school yesterday. Or something. Sometimes she just needs a mental health day, I think. She wanted Maia to come up to visit, so I went to the barn and we played with her for awhile.

Because what’s the point of having babies if you’re not going to play with them? So I brought Bunny up, too!

I named Nutmeg’s little white one Bunny because she always looks like a bunny rabbit to me.

I don’t think she knew what to do in the house! So I showed her just what we do here.

Doll baby:

Bunny in a hat:

Bunny in a box:

Bunny in a band:

Bunny turtle:

Squint just right and that looks like a turtle shell on her back. Though I don’t think she understood the concept.

Bunny Pyr pup!

Bunny in a basket:

Fitting in:

Bunny is Clover’s granddaughter. I think she’s got some real star potential!

I’m so keeping this one. Yes, Maia, too. Maia was busy trying to go upstairs while Bunny was modeling.

Back to the barn, babies!
For now……..
Morgan: “I’m so scared for when you have grandchildren….”
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She looks so pretty in her Bonnet.
Have a good one.
Ann/alba.
PS feel better Morgan.
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Joy from Michigan. ( hope the coffee was delish)
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Is Maia so much leggier because she is part fainter?
I think you are going to be a fun grandma.
Jeanne
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