my first taste of toddlers and tiaras

there was a curling iron involved.

And makeup.

Not much, but a wee bit.

And I put it on my daughter's face.

On purpose.

It was,

*Pause for dramatic effect*

Dance picture day.

I've never before uttered the words,

"Eliza, be STILL or you'll mess up your hair!",

but on Sunday, I may have said it at least 37 times.
Or 427.
I lost count.

And then I didn't care.

So what if she wants to run around dancing before pics are taken?

No biggie.

And so what if MM wants to pretend she's in ballet class too?

so.stinkin'.cute.

And just a few moments before this pic, here's the scene from our house, courtesy of Oliver and his mad video skillz.

My apologies if this makes you dizzy...

Once we were home, E slipped into her Super Girl duds and -just for fun-we rolled her hair again.

Because, why not?

Linda Carter's tresses were curled too, yes?

And I know she was Wonder WOMAN, but we're in the same ballpark.

And sheesh has E got.some.serious.hair.

I'm jeaous.

So that's the story.

Makeup and ceramic heating tools used on my 2-year old, all for the sake of ballet pictures. Yes, I felt a bit having done NEITHER of those things before, but I figure it's just the first time of many.

Probably.

Most assuredly.

Yes?

Happy Tuesday, friends!