Katharine Elizabeth Photography {the blog}

If you can’t use your kids for self-serving propaganda, what can you use them for?…

Two things I need to mention:

1. To Katie:  thank you for the tank top.  You rock.
2. To the rest of you:  no, I have absolutely no idea where she learned to stand like that.  It certainly wasn’t from me.

I went to high school with the mom and dad of this ridiculously beautiful 2-year-old:

Who would have guessed back then that they would end up getting married…?

And end up having such a wonderfully sweet little girl.

I’m sure glad they did.

Most evenings before going to bed, I step out onto our front porch to check for any toys that may have been left there by my kids.

And I almost always find something that’s been carefully arranged by my 4-year-old: a semi-circle of half-dressed Barbies, a surgeon-style layout of 300 hair clippies, or a Polly Pocket conga line.

This time it was a precariously balanced horse stable arrangement.

Whatever I find usually makes me smile.

It’s a good way to end my evenings.

Oh the stalling…

The stall-stall-stalling…

I think she won this time around.