Jello

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The weather is just beautiful today (after DAYS of thunderstorms and tornado warnings) so Rory and I headed outside to sit while she ate her snack and we waited for Camden to get home from school.
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Okay, seriously. Done with the pictures now.
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Comments

Christine @ 12,450miles said…
Gorgeous photos Melissa! And the last one?! Priceless.
6:56 PM
Barbara said…
I think Rory is perhaps one of the most beautiful little girls I've ever seen.
7:54 PM
Unknown said…
I love them all, but the last one's my favorite. At least, all you got was "the look" and she didn't stick her tongue out like my kids do when they are finished with photos :)
9:33 PM
everythingismeowsome said…
My goodness, she really is breathtaking!
9:51 PM
Grace said…
melissa, everytime i see pictures of rory, i can't get over how STINKIN' gorgeous she is! and these are certainly no exception. ;)
love her little red fingernails!
8:46 PM
Kelly H. said…
She is impossibly cute. The last photo...swoon!
5:06 PM
Elizabeth Frick said…
Please tell me you're sending these to Jell-O as a *suggestion* for a future model for their ads :)
2:51 PM
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