After a particularly stressful morning this weekend, I decided to cheer myself up by dressing the “baby” in her tutu again, this time complete with the impractical, has no snaps on the bottom, pink ballerina style onesie, that I refuse to dress her in for longer than an hour so I don’t have to change any diapers while she’s wearing it, but it’s soooooo pretty ::squee::
After digging around in her toy box and ignoring me for about a million years, she finally settled on a couple of toys which I thought were shockingly fitting for our photo shoot. It’s almost like she knows what’s going on sometimes.
She spends a lot of time admiring her reflection in her little mirror. Not terribly modest, is she?
After inspecting her reflection, she decided to apply some lipstick. Or eat it. Not really sure.
After carefully applying her lipstick, she checks the mirror again to make sure she looks just right.
“Why daddy, you’re just in time for our date! How do I look?“