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truly lovely

i didn't have a post prepared for today... 

but my daughter woke up a little early 
so my husband brought her downstairs to play with her toys 
while he finished getting ready for work.

as i'm finishing up my quiet time, i hear 
"oh buzz, i love you. [breaking into song] i love you so much, i love you so much, 
i can't even tell you how much i love you".

i walk into the living room to find this:
a tea party for buzz and "annie" the dog.


"i put cinnamon in it"
"buzz. you love it?"
"he need more"
what could be lovelier? 
yes, i snapped [and edited] the photos and pulled together this post in 3 minutes flat. 
but they're priceless to me.

PS: as i hit "publish" on this post, a frantic [almost] 2 year old little girl came running in:
"trash truck here! go see him? go see him!?!"
she loooves the trash truck.
it's tea parties and trash trucks over here, guys.


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  1. so sweet. this is precious and so lovely! and i took a pic of aidens hair this morning too!!!

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  2. isn't is fun!?! i love watching their little imaginations in action. [and i love how crazy their hair is in the morning, even after it was freshly combed the night before]

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  3. I am amazed that you were able to do this in 3 minutes. I especially love the pic of your sweet girl serving Buzz Lightyear his tea. So cute!

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  4. oh my gosh this made my heart so happy. cant wait for my 15 month old little girl to give tea parties to her "friends". ahhh! SOOO sweet, thanks for sharing!!

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  5. What a precious post, and i think the hair is FAB!

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