i have a slew of baby girl dresses in size 12 months. a slew because all the smart people who gave me gifts knew that little girls don’t like to wear dresses until 12 months because they’re crawling up ’till then. and at 12 months everyone knows babies are walking. this, however, is a moot point for our little latest-walker-in-the-universe (also known as we-love-her-no-matter-when-she-walks).

this being said, since in the last two days someone came and took our crawler and replaced her with a full blown walker texas ranger, i can’t stop with the dresses. and with dresses come all-things-that-go-with-dresses like lace socks and maryjanes and peter pan collars and little bow clips for her hair.

enter exhibit a:

…and b:

…and this one’s for that book i’ll be writing. not sure what’s gunna be in it, but the title will be “when God made your lashes, he hit the ball out of the park.”

…and the rest of this post is just a little window into the fatherly love i get to witness every day when brett gets home from work. it’s magic. yesterday was a critter hunt, all over the yard. and the way that big strong hand cups her little back just gets me every time.

somebody spots a lizard on a tree!

…enjoying the frilly things AND the daddy things. (there’s two today…it’s a good day) ~k

i’ve been asked on several occasions lately what my favorite age is, and the answer, without hesitation, is right now. and i know i say that every time, but this time, i really, really mean it. hence the excessive posts lately. the way she is discovering her world right now and the cute things she does to show it is so phenomenal. like, exponential growth charts on her wit, her smarts, her humor, and her cute lately. i’ll turn my head to see what she’s doing, and the next thing you know, i’ve grabbed my camera and i’m slithering across the floor following her for the next half hour, shooting her every move. i want to capture every bit of cute she has.

today, it was the toilet paper. she found a roll and fell in love. like it was her best friend…kissed it, hugged it, walked with it, tucked it under one arm while she scooted across the floor with it, unrolled it, stuffed little nick-nacks down the tube, wrapped the dog in it. it went on for 20 minutes. oh, and unbeknownst to us…she knows how to blow her nose with it.

…enjoying the her things. ~k

Contract negotiations with the networks are still in the works…so far NBC has the best offer, but CBS offers a kitchen built to her size. Regardless, coming to a screen near you….

Cooking with Lainey

Hi, and Welcome to the show. I’m Lainey Love and you’re watching “Cooking with Lainey.” Let’s get started. Today, we’re making steamed honey nut cheerios with herb sauce.

You can use any variety of cheerios, but because General Mills sponsors my show, I’m stickin’ to the branded stuff. You wanna begin by adding a cup of cheerios to a pot of water and boil. Make sure to cover your pot.

As you can see, I like to throw a pot holder in to add a little extra flavor.
Next, you’re gunna wanna add a little chicken seasoning to liven up the palate. “Give your mouth a party,” I say. There ya go. Not too much.

Now, you’re gunna stir that really well and let it simmer for awhile.

Oh, beautiful. Take a look at that!
Now, here comes my favorite part. Let’s taste this masterpiece!

De. Lish.

Thanks for watchin’! See you next week!

So, I’m totally sensing a major hit. We might be millionaires.
With her first check, we’re hoping to buy this, my dream kitchen for her. Or, at least her “managers” are going to shoot for getting her the stove for Christmas and build from there. It’s another one of those silly things I’ve pined over since before I was pregnant. I would dog-ear the Pottery Barn catalogue to that kitchen page and swear that someday I’d have a girl, and she’d have that kitchen. It’s half for me and half for her.
(but you should have seen her when we were playin’ “kitchen” today. We started with some of her pots and pans and a few spices. Pretty soon, Brandyn noticed and got a kick out of it, and five minutes later, he had dragged the entire kitchen with ingredients to boot out into the living room. I’m thinkin’ NBC might hire him as one of the kitchen crew. He’d be great.)

In out-of-the-kitchen news, she’s walking like crazy. Everywhere. And she half looks like a little Frankenstein, arms outstretched, knees locked and then half looks like a druken sailor, weaving and wobbling in little zig-zags as she attempts to make it to her desitnation. Doing fabulous-ly, if you ask me.

But, she still likes her walker…

And takin’ a walk with Daddy last night (see our half-blind-cuz-she-needs-a-haircut dog in the basket underneath?)

…enjoying the small things. ~k