One morning I was doing something (I know I do something every day, I just can't think of what it is . . . ), Stella was playing in her room. Sometimes I can hear what she's getting into and it's fun to listen to her explore. All of the sudden, she just started crying kind of like the time she cut her foot on the closet door. So I went running to see what what wrong. She was standing there with baby powder all over her clothes and all over her baby doll and all over the changing pad and floor. She was acting like she was changing the baby's diaper and finally figured out how to twist the baby powder lid. She was really upset about it and wouldn't stop crying until I brought out the camera.
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