If there has ever been a picture of two sisters that I've loved more than this one, I can't remember it.
Completely self-directed. Oh my heart.
That right there on the table, by the way is the "hair bin," the one container from which all people in this household must acquire their hair accoutrement. Its contents are currently strewn about the playroom floor, but I'll let you imagine that usually they're tucked all neatly inside the box, lid on securely, kept properly out of reach of the 21 month old sprite.
You want to talk about her outfit, don't you? Don't worry. I do too.
This is an excellent example of how a single statement piece can take any ensemble to the next level. Notice how her run-of-the-mill monkey footie pajamas pop with the addition of some skin tight polka dot leggings worn over them. Top the whole look off with a discreet skinny headband, and you're ready for an afternoon stroll with your precious Pencil Case!
Speaking of Mary and her outfits and habits...
Let me assure you, friends, that none of this was provided for her. Knit cap, changing pad, ipod, Corduroy....all of this was obtained by young messy-pants herself and set up just so. I came upon her during my hourly "Hey, does anyone see Mary?" baby hunt and said "Will you kindly refrain from ransacking my purse, your highness." Or something along those lines.
Big night this evening, people. The boy has finally lost a top front tooth. Lawdy that thing has been so wiggly for so long.
And yesterday was Cecilia's 4th birthday! But that deserves its own post because I said so. In the meantime, check out all the other quick takers over at Jen's. Hasta luego, amigos.