Zoey the pastry chef...ugh, remind me later how messy this was and how sick we both felt from eating our weight in sugar cookies, sprinkles and brightly colored (aka staining) frosting. 


Zoey kept coming to me saying she wanted to do ballet.  So I said, "OK".  She insisted, "Now, in my closet, I wanna do ballet."  I'm thinking, um OK, Zoey, whatever floats your boat...show me.  She found a tutu that I bought a long time ago for an audition...she simply HAD to wear it for several days straight.  And here I was hoping that she had a sudden interest in dance...maybe later.

 
Now we've got a tent shanty town that we can set up whenever the mood strikes.  I think I set them up so that I could get packed for the trip to Sedona.  So, what was I doing taking pictures instead of getting the work done?  Thanks GrandMa Cheryl for the LadyBug!


Who are these people?  All dressed up and out after bedtime?  Eating a meal with utensils and both hands?