Carolyn

C-Biscuit.  The beast.  Carolyn is still Carolyn.  Being cute as can be, and bad as can be all at the same time.  If she cries and you tell her to come to you she will run with her arms open wide and collapse on you with a hug.  She does things she shouldn’t and when she gets in trouble she throws a fit and sometimes pulls her own hair.  I don’t really understand this…one would think she would want to pull mine, but she pulls her own.  She gets in less trouble this way, and I don’t have to worry about wigs.  There hasn’t been any change to her except she is going up stairs faster, and still eating really well only just not gaining weight as fast.  So we’re going to try her on some pediasure, and hope it helps her gain some weight.  Today she only wanted to swing at the playground.  When I took her out to play some place else she cried until I showed her we were going to go play in the grass with everyone else.  Then she took off to catch up.  Towards the end of the day Andy started sitting them in a tree, but Carolyn was the only one that really enjoyed it.  Maybe something about being the smallest of the group.