Thirty-Two/Thirty-Three.

Dear Birdy,I lost track of the days and the weeks, and I forgot to write you a letter at the 32 month mark.  Yes, I know you didn't realize it, and I'm pretty sure you didn't care (it's not like you slid me a note that said, "Hey, Maa.  Where's my blog letter, yo?"), but it's been bothering me, so this is a combination letter.  This is just one of the many things I've already screwed up in your little world, and I'm sure it's just one of the many things I will screw up.  So cheers!  I raise my cup of blueberries to you, my darling Bird, the very same blueberries you keep naming before you eat them.  You're a strange ranger.We brought you to Disney World last month and watched you take in all of the magic of the aptly named kingdom.  "Magic Kingdom is a part of Disney World," you would said, nodding your head as the new authority on all-things related to The Mouse.  "And this is where Mickey Mouse lives.  And Pluno!"  (Someday you'll call him Pluto, but not today.)  Surprisingly, it was easy to travel with you this round, and I am already looking forward to bringing you somewhere new and curious.  We watched you open your presents this Christmas, laughing as you peeled the wrapping paper off the gifts strip by miniscule strip, and proud of the big, loud, "THANK YOU!" that escaped your mouth after each present.  (Also, your dad and I were highly entertained at your insistenc...
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