I was a really good little baby. The only times I cried were when I was hungry or needed changing or needed to be held.
Grandma gave me a nice pink blanket that I liked a lot. Sometimes my fingers and toes would poke through the blanket.
I liked being around my big brothers. They were very good to me. I especially liked it when Paul and Luke would hold me.
Whenever we went shopping, my brothers would each hold onto a corner of the shopping cart. Of course, I got to ride on top. I looked like a little princess being carried along by four boys.
One time when Daddy was holding me I leaned forward and tried to give him a kiss. Daddy says he will always cherish that moment.
With four older borthers, Daddy and Mommy think that I would have been a tomboy!