Pool Entry: $10; Mommy's time: priceless

[We're swimming. Lily gets herself in just a little too deep and starts to struggle, panicking as she sucks in a little water before I can snatch her up.]

"Oh, Lily!" I say, balancing her on my hip. "Was that scary? Are you OK?"

Lily: [coughs up some air and water as she nods her head yes.]

me: "Are you sure? That was quite a dunk."

Lily: [looks at me incredulously] "Of *course* I'm OK. I am spending time with my Mommy."

Here's my creepy little doll being fashionable. Such a cutie.

Lily, in a normal evening outfit

(Kick took the picture with her phone.  She said it was stuck in a "Retro Picture" form and she didn't know how to make it normal.  I kinda like it, though.)

In my continuing effort to keep posting while simultaneously avoiding anything with, like, *sentences,* (I'm talented that way) here are a bunch of supercute pictures of Lily

This picture (of Sam's first day of first grade) prettymuch sums up Sam and Lily's relationship:

Lily: Adoration
Sam: (Reluctant) Toleration

ps: Sam is literally twice as big as Lily. (80 pounds versus 40 pounds.) But they're only two years apart. Crazy, right?

Art of the Day

Lily calls it, "EVIL."

Lily Posing Like a California Girl

This Picture Sums Up Lily in a Nutshell:

the self-made pink hair highlights are my favorite.

They're Animals, I tell You

And also, Lily has gone feral

the purpose of this post is to help me overcome my gremlin rage by flooding the internet with cuteness

this is Lily wearing Margie Mills' sunglasses (at the Burger King: where all good Utahns go for Saturday breakfast)