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I only have one live plant in my house, the rest are fake - there are two reasons this is good: 1) I do NOT have a green thumb, even though I love plants, I always end up killing them and 2) Less places to keep my baby away from. The one exception is my "love palm." This could be a post in and of itself, but I'll just give the gist of it here. Many of you know that Brandon and I met before his mission for our church, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, while we were freshman at BYU. I wrote him while he was gone. Brandon served his mission in Southern California and I just happen to L-O-V-E palm trees - I have loved them since I was a little girl. Knowing this, in one of his letters to me, he sent me a palm tree seed, which one of my siblings lost only hours after I opened the letter. A few weeks later we found a little palm tree growing in our front yard (I lived in Northern California):

So we found out where the seed had run off to. The little seed has grown into a beautiful small tree which I keep with us indoors (I don't want to plant it outside and then have to leave it when we move) because I am the biggest sentimentalist alive. I affectionately call it our "love palm." Anyway, having the plant around proves to be a bit of an adventure when it comes to the baby. I let her wander around where ever she wants downstairs while I make food or clean the kitchen with the exception of getting into the garbage can and the dirt around the palm tree. Unfortunately, several times a day I still run into this:Most of the time I can catch her before she gets into it too far and I only have to wash off her hand and tell her not to get into the dirt (like she understands....). These two pictures where taken a few weeks apart. In the top picture, luckily, she had her binki in her mouth and I just caught her with a dirty hand. Yesterday, I was not so lucky...