The Rest of the Story

I snapped this shot the other day and I am in LOVE with the genuine cheesy little grin on her face that looks cute and innocent, but at the same time just screams TROUBLE.

Well, here's the reason the camera was out in the first place and the reason behind me laughing my head off.

Because baby bums are just so stinkin' cute and her frustration in not being able to move well was just classic.  

As the radio show host would say, 

"And now you know… the rest of the story."

All Business.

There is no "business in the front, party in the back" in reference to this chick's Easter celebrations.

Nope.  We're all business around here.

Remember when she got those sunglasses?  Probably not, so I'll tell ya.  Easter last year.  Can you believe how little she was?!

One of "Those" Days

It's been one of those days where you keep your camera close and listen to this to keep your sanity.  Luckily, we've made it to noon so far and we're both still alive and smiling.

You know the day isn't going to be good when you start it off having to eat on the floor because you keep throwing your food on the ground.  I guess that's what I get for being lazy and feeding her Cocoa Pebbles (Dustin swears she loved them on Saturday and he says it's okay if she eats them because "the box says they are a good source of Vitamin D").  By the way-she did have a banana for some attempt at a healthy breakfast.  It was just elsewhere on the floor, not in the picture, after being thrown.

It's never good when you can't tell if the dishes on the ground are "clean" because she just emptied the cupboard or dirty because she is unloading the dirty dishwasher (while you are loading it) at the same time.

Why is it always more fun to unfold the newly folded laundry than play with the laundry that only moments before had been in an unfolded pile?

And that, my friends, is only a sampling of our special day together.

Life is good! : )

Proof

Mikayla DOES have hair.  Here's the proof:

And, for the record, here's proof that Grandad has hair, too.

A Girl's Best Friend

We've got a new obsession around here.  Hats or "ahhtts" (sounding like George of the Jungle swinging through the trees...that's the best way I have of describing how she says it.).  Try leaving a headband on her for .2 seconds and no can do.  Hats, though, now that's a different story.  She loves them and wears them most of the day.  She can spot the goofy things from across the house and points at anyone's random hat laying around saying "ahhtt" until you give it to her.  Her Dad is proud.

I love how her ear always bends over under the hat. :)

My favorite is when she puts them on herself because it's always gangster style.

See? A girl's best friend!

Today

These words were what I needed to hear today.  I hope someone else can benefit from them, too.

"First, no woman should ever feel the need to apologize or feel that her contribution is less significant because she is devoting her primary efforts to raising and nurturing children. Nothing could be more significant in our Father in Heaven’s plan. Second, we should all be careful not to be judgmental or assume that sisters are less valiant if the decision is made to work outside the home. We rarely understand or fully appreciate people’s circumstances. Husbands and wives should prayerfully counsel together, understanding they are accountable to God for their decisions."

-Elder Cook, General Conference April 2011

P.S. I've run out of storage for pictures on my blog.  I don't know how to do anything about it (you know, starting a new website or getting more space or whatever), so here's to the power of words with no pictures until Dustin helps me figure out how to "make it better". :)

Summer has arrived.

Mid 90s weather here this weekend meant time to break out the tutu bathing suit.