Kendall is officially 1 years old, and I am still in denial. The letter is in the works, but until then, here is proof that my peanut is indeed 12 months old. Her smiles only hint at the happiness she has brought to our lives.
Love you, baby!
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Fashion Friday: And So It Begins…
We have officially entered Princess mode. I can’t believe we are here, but we are. Emma is obsessed with role playing the Cinderella story. We read at least four princess stories a day. YouTube sing-a-longs are begged for daily. And I must sing a princess song before nap and at night. Whether I know the real words or not. Even at 4am potty breaks, I’m expected to spout out “A Whole New World” before either one of us can head back to sleep. It’s not pretty, people.
And she’s pulling Kendall in as well. Both wear crowns most of the day (Emma gets the silver, jeweled Cinderella crown, while poor Kendall gets the cheap plastic Jasmine crown), and dresses are put on at least two to three times a day. Magic wands are in hand, adorning us all with the “most beautiful gowns I have ever seen.” And glass slippers of course.
We are not, however, being a princess for Halloween. Instead, Emma has decided to be a ballerina. Probably because at this point, dressing up as a princess wouldn’t really classify as a Halloween costume, seeing as it is our normal attire.
Lately, we’ve been also sporting a bit of a princess attitude, which I am REALLY not fond of AT All. Three year old princess tantrums are not fun.
Life as queen certainly isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, but I suppose it’s worth it. Now would someone just tell me where the maids are?!!!
Let’s Talk About It: Duh!
Sometimes the things that come out of Emma’s mouth take me back because they are so right on. It’s even better when she has that “tone” that tells me she clearly thinks I should have already known the answer to my question.
A few examples:
* Emma is notorious for putting things in her mouth (still!). One day, her cheeks looked a bit “full,” so I asked her what was in her mouth. Her reply: “Spit.”
* In the middle of playing “people,” Emma decides she must take her socks off, N.O.W. When I ask her why, she replies, “So my feet can breathe.”
* Kendall is nearing the fireplace ledge for the zillionth time, so I am a little annoyed and tell her, “No, no, no Kendall!” Emma steps in: “Mommy, she doesn’t know any better.”
Yeah, I am pretty sure I’m going to be put in my place more than a few times as these years go by. (Somewhere my mom is grinning from ear to ear.)
Happy Birthday Daddy
Your girls love you VERY much!
