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has colds. Pooh is almost over hers, mine
is going full tilt, the baby's is still there
but HE never had one. He wishes to be
known as "The Healthy One."

Pooh has been playing dolly with her stuffed
animals. For some reason, she doesn't play
with her dolls very much. She sticks "Colleen
Bunny's" head under her shirt for "baby chow",
then tenderly burps her & puts her to bed.
The laundry basket is baby's playpen, &
occasionally Pooh becomes the baby and & sits in the
basket, then rolls up in a ball in her doll
crib. After a day of this, when Jim comes home,
she is ready to put on her cowboy hat & boots
& chase Jim around the house with a cop
gun.

The baby is really enjoying that cradle
gym with the music box in it. She'll soon
be pulling it down to hear the music by herself.
She's really growing, & at last clothes are
beginning to fit. We're really getting mileage
out of those music boxes you sent. Pooh sleeps
with the lamb & the bear, & the baby gets
the cradle-gym & the bells.

As I promised you, Jim will mail this letter
tonite. By the way, Pooh decided to take
her Dublin horses to bed tonite.

See you Thurs. morning.

Love,
Marcia