Honey Bunny




Grandparents' Advice

Don't pamper the baby
Don't run to each cry;
Don't rock that new infant
And don't lullaby;
Don't coddle or cuddle,
That's all there is to it!
Don't spoil that sweet baby
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Let us grandparents do it!

Mary R. Hurley

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  2. Awww - that's an impossible goal not to spoil this sweet little princess! She's smiling at the thought! I really love how you did the border on this picture, very classy.

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