chicken little

Baby Girl got dressed up tonight for the church Halloween party. So of course, the obligatory photo session ensued. If you have visited our little blog on more than one occasion, you know that is the natural progression of events.

And if you've made the trip to our little corner of the internet more than two times (bless your heart!), you're aware that often pictures of Reese are accompanied by my subtitles. The reason for this is threefold. One, I crack myself up. Two, people say it makes them laugh. Thirdly, I am the mother, I gave birth to this child, so it goes without saying I know exactly what's going through her head.

Isn't she beautiful? Just the cutest chickadee that you ever did see? I thought so.
What is she thinking? "Ok, this isn't too bad, please hurry and take the picture so I can claw the grass."


"Oh, man. I really hope nobody I know drives by."


"Does this outfit make me look wider somehow? I feel like it's adding a couple of pounds."


"If only this thing came equipped with a real beak. I'd go over and peck her. And it would be hilarious!"