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First of all, Jane and I obviously have anger management issues. Contrary to what some might believe, we aren't really a violent family. Just emotional. Now everyone knows what my husband has to deal with on a regular basis.

So I am about to post a few pictures. I don't know what order they are going to be in so I will explain them now. One is of Jane and Sadie Sadie just lost her top front tooth night before last (I think I've mentioned that). If Jane looks teary it's because she is, she was very sad that her little sister was growing up so quickly.

The others are a series of pics of Ellyn. Last night Jane had the camera out and Ellyn was so excited. She would run across the room, stand about 6 inches away from the camera, and as soon as the light started flashing she would smile a big smile. It was about the sweetest thing you've ever seen. She is such a sweet little girl. It made us all teary watching her, we love her so much and it was so fun to how excited she was and how much she understood.




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Darla said…
Brooke!! Your girls are SOOO sweet! I love reading Janie's blogs about how much she loves her sisters (and brother, of course). And to think she's really crying about Sadie growing up! What a good big sister. Now I'm crying! (; I can't even believe it!
June 4, 2008 at 5:08 AM
Ellynn said…
I know how you feel janie. i cried when brind went through the temple. i just kept thinking about him in his diaper with his "sword spoon" protecting me from dragons. brooke your girls really are sweet and little elly is so beautiful, they all are.
June 5, 2008 at 7:18 PM
Jane said…
thank you guys. I love you!
June 5, 2008 at 9:35 PM
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