Linking up with Rachel @ And Then She Snapped
What? You've never heard of Flee~Floffs?
Flee Floffs is Kam's special word for Flip Flops. Oh that girl has the cutest ways of saying things!
And while we're talking cute . . . I'm thinking she might have the cutest little tootsies too.
We had some sunshine yesterday, so we broke out the Flee-Floffs. {And I've been trying SO hard not to whine about the weather, but I just have to get this out of my system . . . according to the weatherman, it's been over 200 days since we've had more than one day in a row of 70 degree temps. And I think we've had a whopping two days, MAX, that we've even hit 70. That's seven months people . . . RIDICULOUS. Okay, now I feel better}.
How about y'all? Are your toes ready for Flee-Floffs??
The weather has been cool this last week, putting me in the mood for . . .
BAKING!
These blueberry muffins? They didn't last long. You may remember, the blueberries were hand-picked with love last month by my sweet girls. I love that I can freeze them {the blueberries, not my girls}, and use them in baking throughout the year.
Last night it was sugar cookies. With sprinkles. Always with sprinkles.
How 'bout you? Been doing any baking?
Hop on over to Miller Racing Family for more WW fun!
She helps eat lots of peas and beans {or "means" as she likes to call 'em}
She helps dig in the dirt.
She helps clear a path through the corn.
She helps care for all of the gorgeous plants and flowers.
And when she's had enough, she tries to escape to Nana's house ~ where she might just find a cookie or some juice.
Yep, that Kam, she's a helper ;)
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Head on over to Seven Clown Circus for more Wordful Wednesday, or if you're a Wordless Wednesday kinda gal, stop by A Beautiful Mess.
Don't mess with Kam.
If she feels she's been wronged in any way, expect this:
The stink eye, and the finger-point.
Just warnin' ya.
For more Wordless Wednesday fun check out Miller Racing Family, and for those who like a little commentary: Seven Clown Circus.
First ~ A gazillion stories.
Then, some funny faces and goofing around to get the sillies out.
A kiss for sweet dreams . . .
Settling in.
Winding down.
A temper tantrum or two if we've waited a liiiiiiitle too long.
And one more attempt at stalling. Another drink of water, a second {or third, or millionth} kiss.
And then . . .
Off to dream land.
That's how we do it at the Fraijo house. How about y'all?