Just RK

A girl just can’t get a fair photo with certain brother-in-laws around.  Nothing is sacred. Even an attempt at taking a picture of my first freehand rhinestone Bears shirt. I’m a bling girl, yes I am.  And this is way more sparkly than the picture shows.  But it might be because of the goofball dimming my aura or something.  *sigh* little brothers….

Kinlee picked up this picture today out of a photo album of “baby Mommy pictures” that the girls look through sometimes.  She looked at it for a moment and said, “Mommy, who is this holding me?”  I told her it wasn’t her, that it was me and that was my babysitter and Santa.  She looked at it again, pointed, and said, “No, who is holding ME?” It must be the emotion that’s tripping her up. Or maybe it’s the finger in the mouth.  Or maybe it’s the stylish attire.

May 25, 6:40 pm May 25, 7:00 pm    (Pardon the au naturale face and hair…except for lip gloss.  Never leave home without properly placed lip gloss…even for a haircut in somebody’s basement shop.) It was SO long overdue. When you get to the point of wearing “I gave up long ago” hair every day, it’s time for a change.  Tomorrow I’ll play with it officially and actually “do” it.  Maybe I’ll take another pic then.  Maybe you’re sick of seeing me staring at you already! Thanks to Julie for the excellent photography and Kinlee-wrangling!!

At least that’s what her shirt says… so we’re going with it.