The Duncan Family: baking with mommy

Thursday, March 27, 2008

baking with mommy

Miss V helped Mommy bake some brownies tonight! She did such a good job. You turn around for a few seconds and next thing you know she is covered in brownie batter!
YUMMY

7 comments:

Jason and Carrie said...: I love that top picture... she looks like she's hard at work!; Thursday, March 27, 2008
Laura @ live.laugh.photograph said...: Cute cute cute! making brownies is so much fun especially for little ones!; Thursday, March 27, 2008
Anonymous said...: Sure looks yummy and the finished product too. Love those brownies. Keep the goodies coming mommie. lv. g; Friday, March 28, 2008
Anonymous said...: she cetainly knows how to make
chocolate - she is a baker after
my own heart. Vera & Gr-Gr Gail
can make beautiful chocolate music
together!

Luv
G-ma Dreyer; Friday, March 28, 2008
Jess said...: that is the best! what a big girl! love that you can makes messes together! can't wait for that!!; Friday, March 28, 2008
Anonymous said...: Gotta love that. She is adorable. Chocolate face & all. How much fun was that??? I just love her. Love Aunt Mindy; Friday, March 28, 2008
Monica~ James~ Connor said...: Love the last picture. I could just eat her up!!!; Friday, March 28, 2008

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