Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Ode to Aunt Kelly

She dressed me in real outfits (not the onesies and pj's that mom does when she's lazy).
She made up nicknames for me like Eddie-Spaghetti, which are both funny and true (I do become rather al-dente after a good meal)
She paced circuits with me whenever I got cranky.
She found my no-cry zone and adapted it to a seated position, where I could also be bounced and swung (who knew an exercise ball could come so in handy?).
All this, and she looked good while doing it.

Where, oh WHERE has Aunt Kelly gone?

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