I’m kind of sad as the big reveal approaches. I like my little secret. Lil’ Happy, oh yeah – that’s what we’re calling it these days, will double in size before I tell everyone on Easter. He/she’ll go from the size of a prune, to about the size of a peach. (Or so I’ve been told.)
Tom named it Mr. Happy. We said we needed a name for the precious critter that replaced Mr. Nasty. We’re not sure if it’s Mr. or Miss yet, so we’re going with Little for now. Little Happy.
That La Kid 
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