Sable and I went for groceries and on the drive home we were being quiet but listing to the radio. A song was playing with the lyrics "la, la, la, la..." and Sable started repeating them. All I heard was a sweet little voice in the back seat saying "la ah ahlala, laaAAH, ala, ala, la". Her finger were in her mouth too. I love her.
Last night we had our "date night" and Sable went to her Grandma Jackie's and Grandpa Keith's house. Sable always returns home from there, cleaner and happier than before. And by the end of the evening, Gramma and Grandpa always have a proud/satisfied look on their faces. Aren't grandparents the best? Sable would say yes!