Dear Laney,
It has rained so much here in the past few months that I'm starting to think your uncle Nate should come over here with a nail gun and help your dad slap together an ark. For a few brief hours yesterday, it stopped raining, and your dad went to work building our new deck.
While he worked, we hung out in the grass with Gus. You've been studying the dogs lately, and when Gus sticks his tongue out, you stick your tongue out. When Ella drinks from the water bucket, you make a similar slurping sound with your mouth. I'm starting to worry that when you start preschool, the teacher is going to think you've been raised by wolves. And she won't be completely wrong.
Love,
Mom
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