Do you Want to Talk to my Friends

Oh Maggie Magoo, you keep my life wild and crazy, you make me smile, laugh out loud and cuss on a regular basis.  Right now you carry around three cans of shaving cream, and a honey bear which all came to bed with us last night.  They are "my friends, do you want to talk to my friends?"  You take their tempature and last night you told dad that they where all about three months and couldn't eat avacodo's yet:)  You are very particular about what you where and you are the only completely potty trained girl I know that would much rather wear a diaper than panties, it is a bit of a pain when we are in public.  You knocked over the trash on purpose the other day, pretty sure just to see what I would do, and yes you cried big crocodile tears when we had to pick it up.  You LOVE your dad, and you are quite particular in him doing things for you, you poke him when you are out of a bottle to get up and get you one and you have to go with him, you love being his little side kick and he loves having you there.  You have everyone pegged as "he's nice" "he's mean" and it cracks your dad up.  You would just as soon be barefoot all day but love shoes and anything that is new to you.  Getting you to sit down and eat can be hard, you love ice cream and butter:)