Keeping the smalls out of Captain Science’s hair whilst he had his piano lesson.
Tank took this picture of me. It’s a good picture and also illustrates the increasing bagginess of my clothes as I continue with the 30 Day Shred
Lightsabers and NERF guns
Who shot first? Han? Greedo? Nah, it was Babypie.
*Unless we need to go somewhere, apparently. Bedtime? Hell no! Let’s stay up until midnight. Need to go to the grocery store? snooooooore.
They’re actually size 13 knitting needles, but whatevs. Chopsticks is chopsticks.
a) This isn’t posed. That’s just her face.
b) I didn’t buy that shirt for her; it was in a bag of hand-me-downs.
c) It’s kinda true.
Babypie and Rhubarb are a team of Veterinary Princesses (or Princess Veterinarians), healing Rhubarb’s new stuffed otter and the kitten and puppy at Babypie’s new Critter Clinic. Dresses were discarded upon discovery of difficulty of pottying in taffeta and crinolines. They are Practical Princesses, as well.
Dress-up 2.0 today:
Yes, I am the Dairy Queen.
I have a real post in the works, but right now I’m tired and cooking steak, so instead, here’s a purple fingerling potato that looks like the Venus of Willendorf:
Babypie and “My Laine!” (her great-great aunt Elaine)
