It is I, Elizabeth the Moved. Since I last wrote on my bloggy, we MOVED. Now instead of Florida, we live in Georgia. But I shall always be a Florida Girl. Some men put all my stuff (including my truckie!) in boxes and then they put those boxes on a very big truck and then they brought it to this new house. And I cried when they took my favoritest toy and loaded it on to the truck at my old house. And Mama wants it to be known for posterity reasons that my favoritest toy is apparently the Dyson vacuum. I simply looked concerned when my toys and blocks and books went away, but I burst into emotional tears when they took my vacuum.
But it's okay, my nice purple vacuum is back and Mama and I have been using it lots.
I live here now. There are lots of nice drawers to sit in.
I approve of this new house.
This is my cabinet. I live in it. (Of course, I have my own room upstairs too, but this is where I live in the kitchen.) All the other kitchen cabinets eventually got childproof locks and stuff in them, but this one remains MINE. I go in it and close the door sometimes. For privacy. Or for playing Pete-A-Boo!
That's right! Did I mention that I talk now? Like for Reals? Of course, some of my words are not the same as everyone else's words, like pete-a-boo and go-gle (which means yogurt, of course!) but I am perfectly coherent to anyone who has a brain. Also, if you are cool like me, you can also call yogurt "yo" which works pretty well too.
Now, if you will excuse me, I shall be back tomorrow (really, I promise!) with some important news that everybody-already-knows and tell you what "oowwer url" means.
Love,
Elizabeth the Triumphantly Returned
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