Treasure trove

You can tell I’ve matured as a parent because I remembered to take photos before I cleaned up the mess.  (Not that I’d have waited if she’d gotten into, say, the kitchen trash.) Come to think of it, last night I was thinking I wanted to take photos of Hazel soon since it had been a while. This wasn’t quite the type of photo I was imagining, though.

P.S.  I realized the above photos would lend themselves to a little game of I Spy:

I spy a name in macaroni that’s pretty

I spy a fat syringe, and a tiny white kitty

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6 Responses to Treasure trove

  1. Megan says:

    Did she get upset when you “messed up” all of her hard work empthying the trash?

    • zstitches says:

      I think she saw it coming. She is one of those smart babies who usually can tell when we’re about to interrupt her fun.

      Earlier today, though, she followed me into the bathroom, and gave a shout of triumph when she got there since she’d had to crawl all the way across the family room and down the hall to get there. She was very mad at me when I carried her back out of there.

  2. Megan says:

    *emptying*

  3. Virginia Wood says:

    She’s already a DUMPSTER DIVA!

  4. Jason says:

    *Such* a pretty girl!

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