O. M. G. Mom let me help with brownies. I have made it to counter level in the kitchen, finally! This is the beginning of so many things!!!!
After numerous attempts to eat/then put those mini M&M's that had been in mouth onto the brownies, I finally figured out what to do. :)
Very abstract, I know.
Somebody's gonna get lucky to get those brownies with all those mini M&M's piled in one spot!
I need some new socks. I think I'll try these. Nope, way too big.
Perhaps my last breathing treatment...ever? (Mom's note: We hope. Or at least for the season.)
Yep - I am a good helper and help put the groceries away. Of course this is right.
Mom gave me one of her old tiny purses to play with. Love it!
We went to a Sunday School class party the day after we got home from Pittsburgh. Here I am swinging with Mr. Russ. Mom had to document this event because me no likey most men (other than Daddy). I was having a blast with him!
Mr. Russ...*laugh*...is wearing...*laugh*...my bow...*laugh*...barrette!!! He's so silly!
I mastered our hosts' outdoor steps like a pro in no time.
Sort of.
See ya!