This is how we drink our milk...
.... and somehow we still get a milk moustache.
.... and somehow we still get a milk moustache.
Here's Celeste creating some art using some paints she got for her birthday. This one was for mama.
Afterward we had dinner and she insisted that I take a photo of her milk moustache. Of course she thinks she gets a milk moustache when she drinks through a straw too, so I'm not sure what she expected. She seemed pleased with the result though.
(You can ignore the bit where it's claimed that these were posted from China. The GPS on the phone I took these with is a little wacky.)
This past week we've been preparing for a visit from Celeste's Pappa, my father-in-law. Celeste decided she could help by cleaning the window in the door to her playroom. I'm pretty sure it was cleaner before she helped, but I didn't want to say anything and hurt her feelings.
