A nice snuggly afternoon. Skadi was just to the right, in case you were worried she'd been left out.
Mom. Mom. Mom, Mom . . . . can I paint?
Sure, but can you keep it on the paper this time?
Yes, Mommy. I promise . . . .
Big. Fat. Liar.
We borrowed a dress, hand made circa mid-70's. I think it was supposed to be a little cheerleading outfit. She was pretty cute. And perky! (Make sure you notice her delicious belly-button)
After waking up from my very narrow corridor of the bed, I noticed the issue. Seem to have this issue. Often.
For whatever reason, she was teaching me the art of how to chop off the head of animals.
This is our version of child neglect. While trying to finish up finals, we stick the kid in front of the T.V. However, rather than keeping the volume low, we give headphones (that have a very short cord) and tell her how cool they are. She then gets so bored from being ignored all day . . . .
Don't worry, since then she has had my full devotion. It is just that darn crappy one-to-two weeks at the end of a semester.
She just looks so darn innocent.
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