This morning I found evidence that Breanna had been in the kitchen after I'd gone to bed last night:
Exhibit A: Dried Kashi cereal in a bowl. The other girls refuse to eat Kashi cereal.
Exhibit B: Ladle. When all of the regular spoons in the drawer are used, Breanna has been known to resort to larger utensils, rather than having to actually wash something.
Have you ever tried to eat with a ladle?
Speaking of Breanna, I took some pictures of her last week, even though her senior photo days are far behind her now. But it was fun anyway, and she's finally learning to not shy away from me when I tell her I want to take her picture.
I loved this one, but Breanna didn't really care for it; somehow, I see traces of my little girl in her face, so I'm fond of it…
(I still can't get over that.)
Here's the same photo as above, only in an antique color…
There once was a young girl named Bre
Who found herself very hun-gry.
Although it was late,
With a ladle she ate
For all of the spoons were dir-ty.