OK, I know this isn't exactly cool...but I just can't step away from the irony...
...QQ loves my Starbucks cups.
She turns them over and over in her hands, pats the logo and grins at me. What is this black magic that Starbucks has going on? Initially, I was convinced that they put drugs in the coffee. But according to QQ, even the logo has some faerie dust in it that makes it instantly irresistible.
"I know you want this back, Mommy..."
"...So much, that I'm willing to give it back to you. You know, just so you don't go into some sort of withdrawal..."
(Fear not, this cup had already been drained. Our child was exposed neither to caffeine nor to whipped cream).
We all really love it when M. plays hookey from work for 45 mins or so in the afternoon, and comes home to play with us.
Especially when the weather is so nice and the light so gorgeous.
Happy girl peeking over shoulder.
We have a lot of jack'o'lanterns this year. All carved by daddy. Two of them were grown in our own flower garden. If I carve, I always end up with some elaborate project which takes hours and hours. M. cranks 'em out. And it's not worth it for the elaborate ones around here because we have a handful of squirrels plus a fox who likes to chew pumpkin faces, starting with the mouth. One night, and it's all over.
Check out the pumpkin closest to M. which was given a frontal lobotomy by some wiseass squirrel.
Look at that cute behind!
She just kills me.
Still with the Starbucks fascination. (She's only sucking on the rim, much as it looks like she's chugging it).
The outfit is another from Maia R's loot, btw. I have to say, the kid can rock the tie-dye!
They should be sponsoring this kid.
Why is she standing in her highchair, you might well ask? She's a risk taker. Stitches and all. Last night, she stood up in the running stroller, while I was running. I don't even know how she did it. Maybe she's going to be one of those circus girls who stands on the back of a galloping horse (my best friend and I used to try that when we were kids...we never got past a walk, however). Needless to say, I had to pull the screen down over the stroller after that. I'd strap her in, but it just makes her crazy, so I use the screen topper instead. She gets angry, but not quite AS angry.
Attack of the tickle monster.
You don't scare me, mommy.