Somehow this little kid finally grew some hair, seemingly out of the pretty blue sky.
Curly hair too. I suppose these happy, sweet little curls, are worth the two plus years of baldness, and being called a boy-ness.
I blame the cuties.
The candyriffic clementines that she would eat all day long if given an opportunity.
The same clementines that have led me to google:
"How many cuties can a toddler safely eat?"
Apparently there is an epidemic of cutie addiction.
But part of me is just so thankful that she will eat something. She is picky. Actually, picky doesn't even begin to sum up her hatred of pretty much all food.
I just don't get it. At all. I can count on one hand and still have a finger left over, the number of things that I refuse to eat, and with one hand I can count the number of things she agrees to eat.
Meal times are good times around here.
Lying liars who lie. The lot of them.
She helped me prepare The Pioneer Woman's Sour Cream Noodle Bake.
Made with normal ingredients. NORMAL STUFF.
Not weird stuff.
Not fancy stuff.
I even left out the green onions in hopes of winning her over.
The dish is fabulous by the way, 2 out of 3 children in this house ate it without crying.
The one who had the privilege of sitting on the counter and stirring, however was not one of them.
So she ate cuties.
Because apparently they are working for her, and apparently she likes herself some vitamin C.
Vitamin C and stirring privileges.
Sigh.... we are out of cuties yet again.