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  1. ChrisMay 3, 2007 at 12:00 PM

    Go to the garage and put that girl behind a lawnmower!

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  2. JenMay 3, 2007 at 12:10 PM

    she's huge!!!! I can't believe how big she is getting!

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  3. Mary-LUEMay 3, 2007 at 12:18 PM

    1) Good for you!

    2) I love her outfit. I would have liked something like that when I was a wee thing.

    3) That third picture of the Boss cracks me up!

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  4. slouching momMay 3, 2007 at 5:07 PM

    She's SO CUTE!

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  5. LaurenMay 3, 2007 at 7:47 PM

    Oh. My. God.


    I want to squeeze her!

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  6. jenMay 3, 2007 at 8:15 PM

    hmmmpf. ok. understood.

    oh, and um. gorgeous. wow.

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  7. kateMay 3, 2007 at 8:19 PM

    OMG she is so adorable. I can't believe how incredibly fast they grow! She's such a little GIRL now, no more baby in sight.

    Enjoy enjoy enjoy. Remember, it all goes too fast anyway :(

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  8. Her Bad MotherMay 4, 2007 at 9:10 AM

    Hear, hear!!!

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  9. JordanMay 4, 2007 at 9:46 AM

    she's getting so big!

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  10. Mrs. ChickyMay 5, 2007 at 7:06 AM

    Look how big she is!! When did her hair grow that long?

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  11. Lawyer MamaMay 5, 2007 at 5:16 PM

    She's so CUTE! I could eat her up.

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  12. Redneck MommyMay 5, 2007 at 10:40 PM

    She is so beautiful.

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  13. AmyMay 6, 2007 at 10:16 AM

    wow. I love her. Love love love. She is really funny.

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