I have been meaning to post this for awhile. Blood, sweat and tears.

the garden before we left for Europe

Kitty wants in. Baby wants out

Kitty wants in. Baby wants out

Kitty wants in. Baby wants out

Uh uh I promise my kitchen doesn't always look like this. Lulu's favorite past time. The dishwasher. Who needs toys anyway? Poor girl will talk about her childhood days as playing with paper, plants and rocks instead of toys. Amanda just brought over a huge box of apples from her tree and lulu just gnaws on them all day. The apples on top have little bite marks all over them.

I turn my back for one second and baby was playing with coal in the fire place. oopsies.
Trying to walk like Kenya. I knew she was a genius. Now those feral kids on Oprah are making a lot more sense

Lulu is obsessed with Kenya and Kenya is obsessed with lulu, well, come to think of it, Kenya only likes lulu when she is eating something

I remember saying that my blog would not become a baby blog, but it sure is looking like that lately. I love this little pill, I cannot believe that she is all mine. she's got in four, very sharp teeth.