Squeak, squeak...

Haley has decided that she is a mouse. We're not sure why, but her imagination has taken over again and for the past two days, we've had to refer to her as "Mouse." She crawls across the floor like a mouse sometimes, and sometimes even squeaks. She tells us what the mouse wants, and what the mouse wants to do. And then every once in awhile, she decides that she is a Haley again. I can only imagine that we'll go through the gamut of animals during this stage - and I'll look forward to telling you about every one.