The Kid. The Dog. And a Tiara.

The other day I headed into the kitchen to start dinner.  I knew that Lily Bean was occupying herself in the living room and I knew that she was having a grand time with her potty doll.

Making dinner each day is always met with no fewer than 5 interruptions from Lily.  The usual laundry list of demands from the tot include (but are not limited to):

  • Snack
  • More snack
  • Drink
  • More drink
  • Help with the potty
  • Help with putting a movie or a show on tv
  • Help singing a song
  • More snack
  • Wanting to know when Daddy will be home
  • Wanting to go to IKEA (seriously)
  • Asking me to name all fairies who reside in Pixie Hollow (Tink, Vidia, Iridessa, Silvermist, uh….)

Get the idea?

So back to the other day… I am starting to peel and chop the dinner veggies, knowing that it was only a matter of minutes before I got a visit from the red headed punk.

5 minutes go by.

No Lily.

10 minutes.

Still no Lily.

After a solid 20 minutes, I decided to check on her.  (I had been able to hear her singing this whole time – a theme song medley of Care Bears, Dora and Strawberry Shortcake.)

I entered the living room to find a very content and very engaged Lily Bean.  Oh yes, and it turned out that she had a friend who had been keeping her busy.

lily and zoe

Yes, that’s our dog Zoe… wearing a Princess Belle crown.

Bless her.