The Duncan Family: buckle

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

buckle

Last time Grandma Carol was in town she got Vera interested in her highchair buckle. Now, it is an every meal routine after we eat. She is so smart! This morning she buckled herself in! Go Vera!!!!!!!!!! (Nice Job Grandma Carol)

5 comments:

Laura @ live.laugh.photograph said...: She is so smart! Kylie started doing that at a year! Good job Vera!; Thursday, August 30, 2007
NesrstaFamily said...: Way to go Vera!; Thursday, August 30, 2007
Anonymous said...: Way to go Vera and way to go Grandma Carol! She's going to be a genius!
Love,
Pappa Norm; Thursday, August 30, 2007
Anonymous said...: Gosh, she is so smart. She must get her brains from her Aunt Mindy!!! He He He. She is so cute. Way to go Vera!!; Thursday, August 30, 2007
Jess said...: wow these pictures really show how big little miss vera is getting!!; Monday, September 03, 2007

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