Big Bird flew into our yard with Elmo in his talons, and together they performed an alphabet rap for Lyla. I didn't witness it firsthand, but it's the most logical explanation for that face.
Yesterday evening the young lady fell apart quicker than a McMansion's drywall. We put her to bed at 6:00 PM, and she woke up 12 hours and 40 minutes later.
I think she spent that time growing two or three inches. This evening she grabbed a cooling mini-waffle off the kitchen counter, previously unexplored territory, and began to eat it nonchalantly. "Lyla!" I said. "Grabbing things off the counter is a big no-no."
"Whatever dude," her eyes seemed to say as she stuffed the rest of it into her mouth.
Time to be more careful about where we leave knives.
She looks like Julie in that picture!! I've seen her make that same face :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, like when she met Clinton Kelly.
ReplyDeleteYes!!! SO cute!
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