Pink.

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Real men wear pink they say.

Or maybe real men just have an older sister, frugal parents and pink hand me downs.

In other news, I went to the doctor this week and got painful owies in my legs. Mom teared up and big sister was horrified, but apparently it’s pretty important to endure getting these “shots.”

oh, and the doctor said I am taller than 97% of other two month olds, and heavier than 74% of them. Hm. What’s wrong with the rest of those babies? Don’t they like to eat?

Maybe they should wear more pink.

Twas the season.

All I have known is a holiday season.

There was hanging with Grampy while he gave thanks and ate pie.

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There was posing in front of the decorated tree with my sister.

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There was lounging at the ski lodge on Christmas day while mom and dad skied.

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And after the New Year, there was the sad act of putting away the tree decorations. At least I didn’t have to help.

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So now we are into the non holiday season. Hopefully it is just a special,

Pacifist.

I am a bit of a pacifist, starting from my earliest days.

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Sometimes my pacifism gets dropped, but I am fortunate enough to have someone older and wiser guide me back to my pacifist ways.

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I know she was once a pacifist, but she also probably just doesn’t like to hear me complain.

I won’t fight her help.