Kitchen Helper...

On really hot days, everyone needs a Wholly Guacamole cold pack on their forehead while making tacos. 

"All Done"...

As we wait...I experiment (poorly) with the settings on my camera.  Cry.  Make lists...from my couch.  Try to find my ankles.  Do ridiculous things to Bradley's slowly growing hair.  Pick cat hairballs off the floor...Constantly.  Groan, Moan, Whine...In no particular order.  Let Bradley watch multiple episodes of Curious George.  Watch my neighbors do their yard work.  Watch my weeds get taller.  Think about all my cute size 8.5 shoes I can no longer wear.  Whine.  And go to Dr. appointments where they tell me there is no progress to report.  Ugh.

I know that it's all worth it... but... COME ON ALREADY!

She's signing.  "All Done."

"Can we go in now?"

Mommy in Waiting...

Let's "Go Dogs, Go"...

Recently Bradley has turned into a 15 year old.  Whenever I tell her we are getting ready to go somewhere, she disappears and returns a few minutes later with all her departure essentials.

When I ask her who she's talking to, she always says, "Daddy."  Of course.