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		<title>Grandpa Diary #4</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jul 2013 21:47:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Kaylee, Today (7/15/13) we got to see you again&#8230;Yayyyy! Grandma, your Uncle David and I came over in the afternoon. Your mom and dad and Uncle Matt were there with you, too. I was so antzy to see you, I could hardly wait. Then when I walked through the door, there you were! Oh [...]]]></description>
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<p>Today (7/15/13) we got to see you again&#8230;Yayyyy! Grandma, your Uncle David and I came over in the afternoon. Your mom and dad and Uncle Matt were there with you, too. I was so antzy to see you, I could hardly wait. Then when I walked through the door, there you were! Oh you were so cute in one of your onesie outfits. Grandma and Uncle David held you for a looooong time- then your mom fed you- and now it&#8217;s my turn.</p>
<p>I put a little blanket on my shoulder and laid your head there so I could rub your back and burp you. Well,</p>
<p>&#8220;Thar she blows!&#8221;</p>
<p>Your first spit-up on me, but it wasn&#8217;t so bad. Kind of cute and didn&#8217;t bother me at all. Then I held you on my knees and looked at you for a long time. Back to rubbing your back, and, hey Kaylee, you sure are a wiggle worm!</p>
<p>I know you are stretching every which way to put your muscles and tendons in action. It was like you were in a yoga class. Then, guess what? your mom asked me to change your diaper. Well, I haven&#8217;t done that for years, and boy do you have little legs&#8230;</p>
<p>Oh, and it was a stinky diaper, too. It was like riding a bike to change you, though, memory kicked in and when I cleaned you off and put on a fresh diaper, you looked at me like, &#8220;Thanks, Grandpa, now give me back to Grandma!</p>
<p>So, I did&#8230;</p>
<p>Love Grandpa</p>
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