They don't make them any cuter

Beebster's going through a cute chef stage.

She is on her play food kick these days. Tonight, for example, she took two play brownies and a plate with her to her crib. She's always been pulled to Donovan's little play kitchen as if she and the kitchen had magnets, and could play with that thing forever. Making coffee, stirring things, banging on pots and pans, etc etc. Perhaps this will be something that we'll have to look in to for next Christmas (although we really don't have room, and the cottage really does fine with its little oven which they continue to use all the time). Anyway, these past few weeks she roots through the bin with the play food. She always picks out the two pieces of bread, the corn on the cob, and sometimes a bottle of juice that belongs to their dolls. She brings those things over to the little table in the kitchen and 'sets the table.' She gets the cutest smile on her face, and climbs in to the little chair. She sits there and pretends to eat her meal.

Today she fished a fork out of the dishwasher while I had the door opened. She pretended to give herself fork fulls of stuff and then would go "mmmm mmmm" and then try to feed me. Every mother thinks their child is precious, and I am clearly biased, but I think she is darling when she does this.