Zoey got a shoe box from Colorado in the mail yesterday. She hasn’t put the baby down since she pulled it out of that Merrell box. This morning she wanted some music on, so I put in the Philadelphia Chickens. Zo and her “Baby” (that’s the doll’s name) were cuttin’ a rug to Rhinoceros Tap and other tunes.
Thanks to Uncle Paul and Aunt Carrie for the shoe box.
There’s still time to make it to Rosemont Circle for the 2pm birthday bash. There’s Dora cake and cookie dough ice cream in it for you.