My Ballerina

She got into my makeup, she came up behind me giggling, when I turned around she was so proud of herself. I think she looks pretty darn cute, even with lipstick all over her face.

She want's to be a ballerina so bad. We took her to a class to test it out, and she wasn't a fan. Probably because the one day we tried it out, all the other kids were absent, so it was just her and the teacher which I think was a little intimidating. We'll try again another time.

She decided a little later it was too cold. First it was a blanket on the couch, but she wanted to play with play dough too much, so on went a coat and hat.

Then the blanket again, because she just couldn't get warm. She hates the cold, just like her dad. Could they be any more similar?

Her A's getting better and better.