one of our favorite daddy-daughter activities is to snuggle up and watch basketball:
bebe and j kidd: game faces.at halftime, daddy got out an orange to snack on. well, when there's a snack on the line, bebe marie will go to any lengths (not exceeding two feet five inches) to get her little mitts on some:
up!
up!
hup!
ugh.no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get over. but being the smart little malchick she is, she changed her strategy:
eyes locked on the onaj (aunt marge for "orange")...
she pushed herself down to the thinner part of my legs...
and swung...
and swung...
and swuuuuuunnng!
!
and finally made it to the other side!
all that was left was a little simple crawling
and...
yes!
goooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaalll!!!!!!!
now what?
inspect.
inspect.
covet. (thou shalt not)
roll.
roll.
roll.
um...
i was going to eat that.anyway, i got the orange back and figured bebe should get something for all of her hard work. since she can't really have the fruit, i gave her a piece of the rind.
she loved it.
it was perfect for her to drag her lone little tooth over.
let's get a little closer, shall we?
she's very philosophical with her fruit. 'what if the orange i taste, is not the orange you taste? perhaps to you it tastes like grape?" that sort of thing.
"garcon, a little more?"
mmmm...
and what would the snack be without a careful finger-led inspection
and a head butt to the camera?
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