Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Confessions of a Shopaholic...

...and the training of a future one, I suppose.
When we bought Vivi her kitchen, I figured (correctly) that she would need food for the kitchen.  And one cannot purchase food without shoppink (shopping).  Well...unless you live in New York City.  Which we don't.  So. Training necessary.  

There seems to be some shoppink cart/strollah (stroller) confusion, however, as it seems to be mostly used to give rides to Baby (a gift left by Santa in Lincoln--he was no slouch in this state, either).
Tragically, this little shopaholic does not feel it necessary to make Baby wear a seat belt, resulting in this unfortunate photo.
My only saving grace is that she is not COMPLETLEY covered with food.

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