Unpacking . . . Unpacking

Yesterday afternoon as I was unpacking the office, LB came shuffling in wearing my little black flats. She's obsessed with them because they have this big ball of beading right at the top, which you can't really make out in the photo. She came scooting along in them, announcing, "I Mama. I Mama."

I said, "Oh, you're Mama, are you? What kind of face does Mama make?" This, apparently, is the kind of face I make:
She then shuffled along with her hands on her hips, which, yes, is how I often stand.

It looks like she's saying her back hurts, but it's just LB's version of the hands on the hips:

And here's dinner last night: Thai take-out. We're eating at LB's little kiddie table because we're trying to encourage her to eat at it instead of on the couch. I'm tired of shaking crumbs out of the couch cover. Also, we're waiting for our *new* dinning room table to arrive!
Tofu satay! Yum!
Look what she's wearing, G! Your apron!