Most mornings in Bulgaria, Gwendolyn would wake up around 11, sit up in bed, pick up some of her toys, and start talking. The usually consisted of excited outbursts we could not understand but interpreted as "What a great stuffed tiger!" or "Look at this amazing jar, do you want to hold it too?" Gradually, these outbursts would become punctuated by some words we could understand - the Wren would look at us very earnestly, put her hands together and say "more?! more?!" In other words, it's really time to get out of bed - it's breakfast time! Here are a few morning shots, bib attached, ready to go.
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