It's her kitchen....
I just cook in it.
Seriously y'all. Libbi thinks she owns the place and takes every opportunity to assert said ownership while I am in the kitchen slaving away over supper. I might as well just be her personal assistant. It's not enough that I am preparing a meal that will help sustain her life, I must also be at her every beck and call. "Look, Momma!" "I need juice, Momma!" "No, juice...chocolate milk, Momma!" and on and on and on. :)
Poor little Laney is just along for the ride.
While I'm cooking, Libbi makes little bitty play-dough snakes...
{she takes her play-doughing very seriously}
until it gets in her fingernails -
and then she's ready to clean up.
Laney just takes it all in.
While I'm cooking, Libbi spins quarters (thank you, Daddy for showing her this "trick") ;)
{and attempts a few magic tricks}
(unfortunately, it's a tough crowd)
While I'm cooking, Libbi shows off her ambidextrous drawing skills...
Attempts to leave Daddy a note....
And puts stickers in Laney's bathtub
Laney is not amused.
....Did I mention all of this takes place before the oven even heats up?!?
Now, is it any wonder why my crock pot {and chick-fil-a} are my BFFs???
