Wednesday, January 30, 2008

my little peanut

Sadie after a delicious peanut butter sandwich. I just thought her smile was so cute in this I didn't want it to go to waste. I can see past all of the sticky, gross peanut butter... can you?

When I was younger, I did not understand why mothers allowed their children to leave the house with untidy hair, a kool-aid mustache or a runny nose, or maybe even perhaps, dare I say, mismatched clothes. I mean, isn't that a mother's job (job being undefined here & used very loosely), to make sure her children are presentable and clean?

Enter exhibit A, B, & C:


I do take care of my darlings, but I DO allow them to get messy too!