Derek has done more grocery shopping in the past few months than he has since the days of his bachelorhood, when he'd fill his cart late at night with Dinty Moore "beef stew," instant mashed potatoes, and Spaghettios with "meatballs." (Ugh, the grossness. The quotation marks are appropriate.) In his great maturity, he is pretty good about sticking to the list, better than I am, in fact. But this time, Daddy came home with Swiss Cake Rolls.
There are pictures of Eden and Judah with theirs, as well, but they weren't as entertaining. This kid had her maiden voyage into the world of cake just this weekend, and I think it's safe to say she's a fan.

(Remind me not to put her in that garish blue smock bib when there's a possibility for a photo shoot... ick. Thank you, Lightroom, for a handy built-in preset to tame it.)
"Where have you BEEN all my life?"
Okay, this one I left SOOC for the foot... the warm, soft, pink foot.
Sticking to the list is overrated.





2 comments:
MMmmmmmmmmm
Swiss Cake Rolls
Little Debbie and Little Selah
Yummy!
Ah! The Ikea bib.
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