Welcome to the land of the blue tutu.
Small Fry ADORES it. Here’s our new morning ritual: wake, dress, scuttle downstairs in search of the tutu. Put it on BY HERSELF thank you very much. I’m not allowed to help unless absolutely necessary. Like today, when she couldn’t quite get it over her butt.
Today, we met up with pals at mommy’s favorite mall, which also happens to be the land of fountains. Small Fry loves fountains more than it seems is humanly possible.
Oh my gosh, I am NEVER cutting that hair. Really. But that’s for another post.
A kind soul came over and offered to take our picture, which I couldn’t resist because I hardly have any of the two of us together. Small Fry’s no-smiling phase continues.
Besides being just plain cute, the tutu is quite versatile. It never seems to get in Small Fry’s way, even when she hit up my wallet for coins to toss into the fountain.
Small Fry turned lots of heads (you know you’ve scored a good outfit when other chicks check you out, right?) and was oblivious to the attention until one woman said, “I love your princess dress!”
My child replied, “Not princess. Tutu!”
YES! I let out a silent squee, but I know it’s only a matter of time before everything she owns is tricked out with Disney princesses.
I love this next shot, because this is EXACTLY what I want to do every time I see the Anthropologie window. Also, I think it’s kinda neat how I’m in the photo too:
Small Fry put together a killer outfit today. Nothing matched (sans tutu). And, you know, I’m beginning to see just how awesome that is.
Top: Old Navy, birthday gift from the Deputy
Pedal-pushers: Gymboree, hand-me-down
TUTU!: Carter outlet
Kicks: Stride Rite outlet
Butterfly hair clip: Gymboree
My niece, known in pretty-swell-land as baby O, has the BEST facial expressions. Her ridiculously awesome smile stretches from ear to ear. And those eyes? Don’t even get me started. These shots are a little fuzzy, but our girl O shines through.
I remember climbing up into my Poppi’s lap as a kid and digging around the drawers. He was very meticulous and had everything really well organized, down to the tiny rolls of stamps in neat rows. My grubby little hands all over his stuff probably made him grit his teeth, but he never showed it. I love having this beautiful piece of furniture — and reminder of my grandparents — in our home.
Tags: I take too many pictures
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