Nom, nom, nom....

You may ask yourself, "Is she going to photograph EVERY single craft she does?" Possibly, so just accept it.

Touch my doughnut again and see what happens, woman.

While Dustin and I were saying our morning goodbyes, Kavella helped herself to Daddy's powdered doughnuts. Apparently, junk food will not only add lbs, but it will also change your sex....what? You have to admit she does look like a little boy in that picture! :)

Okay, I don't have some sort of fancy-schmancy camera, nor do I put a great effort towards capturing "THE" perfect picture angle....I just like to take pictures of the PEOPLE I love. Because of that, I usually have to explain what is surrounding the person I am capturing--cement, American-flag surfboards. I love America, Huntington Beach and surfboards; Kavella....well, she seems confused and crowded by it all.

A family stroll to TK Burger. People adorn the walls with stickers and my favorite one reads: "Go home, East Coast kooks!" (No offense, Mom; Upstate is totally different than the city.)

"Flik's Ride" at California Adventure. You'd think Kavella was staring at a 5-foot-tall ant. No, no, just a camera. Understandably confusing.

Da-da-da-dah! Granny Morrison bought Kavella a grocery cart!! She loves it! Thanks, Granny!
I let Kavella try it out for a minute at the store, just to see if she liked it. That was a mistake. When I took it from her to place in our shopping cart, she screamed, flailed and cried. She INSISTED on holding it until we got to check out (picture her red-faced, strapped into the seat section while contorting her body backwards in order to touch the handle of her grocery cart). Then, when the checkout person grabbed it to scan the price, I seriously thought she had fallen from the cart and injured herself in some sort of detrimental manner. In actuality, she just thought the sales clerk was taking her cart and adjusted her reaction to the "appropriate" level. The drive home was filled with gut-wrenching screams from her carseat, so I had to really turn up the radio. Furthermore, when we finally arrived home, I went to cut the plastic netting that contained all the goods, which produced a grand display of "terrible two's" at it's best. Hold on, she's only 15 months. It's gonna be awesome when she's a teenager. Awesome.

Bhaa, ha, ha, haaaaaa!! "And this little piggy went to...." This picture reminds me of a face Colleenie would make if she were RIDICULOUSLY excited!

Dust and I enjoyed playing catch at the beach. Then, Kavella dunked herself into the ocean and I, being the great mother I am, had no backup clothes to change her into, hence the sweatshirt and diaper look.

Newport Beach Temple. I swear the only time we get a babysitter (a.k.a. Deina) to watch Kavella is when we're doing a session. Geez, we are sooooo righteous! (If you didn't read sarcasm in that sentence, then go back and read it again.)

In true O.C. style--high heels are appropriate with EVERY outfit, right?

This is Kavella's first "nugget" sighting. For those of you who don't watch Chelsey Lately, a "nugget" is a little person. We were at the Muppets show when this little person asked to assist in taking a picture. I'm pretty sure Kavella thought he was part of the set until he walked over and took our camera. In her defense, he was standing quite still while she played around him...

Snubbly.