Kennah called me MAMA! Oh yes, she did!
We brought a bucket o' chicken in for supper, and the girl loves her some chicken... and corn... and chicken. She's learning that although she's apparently been taking care of most of her own needs at the ripe age of barely 3, she now has a mama to do things for her. So if Mama doesn't feed her fast enough, she taps my arm and says, "Mama," and points to what she wants.
Oh, glory be!And baby girl loves mashed taters.
This is the precious outfit she was decked out in on Gotcha. 3 layers of lace and pearls.