Chicken

When Allison was born, I called her "chicken" for two to three weeks. I don't know why, not even sure when it began, but whenever she would squawk, I called her chicken. Grandma Handley didn't like it one bit. She much preferred "sweetie" or "cutie", but definitely not Chicken. Then one day - she was maybe three weeks old - she became my little ladybug...and the name has stuck.But don't you think from these Easter pic that Chicken was apropo? She loves the eggs!