These three little pictures sum Lorelei up very well. She always puts a lot of work into how she looks. -a quality that will be a battle in just a few short years. She is all girl, and everything has to be pretty. If it's not pretty, it needs to be sparkly. If it's not sparkly, it needs to be twirly. If it's not twirly, it needs to be spinny. And if all else fails, well, it just can't fail.
She came to the grocery store with me to grab a few goodies for her birthday. Before we walked out the door she grabbed her striped gloves because some of the stripes matched her pink shirt and that would look "very beautiful'. Then she grabbed her pink sparkly sunglasses because they would keep the sun out of her eyes in case it's bright outside, and that would be "sooo wonderful!" I'm a big fan of letting the girls dress themselves as much as possible. I started thatreally early with lorelei, and some days she walked around looking like a mini version of Punky Brewster mixed with some Little Orphan Annie. While other days she impeccably matched things together in ways I had never thought of. Over time she has fined tuned her attire choosing abilities, and she loves what she wears. I don't blame her.. most days. :)
I know I wasn't there the day she was born, but I'm fairly certain she was born wearing a tutu. She has been in love with all things ballet since she was teeny tiny. She practices ballet all throughout the house. She watches herself in the mirror as she quietly talks herself through the motions, "Coupé, retiré, plié...". She is so beautiful and has such control for a little person who's never taken any serious dance lessons. I do believe those are right around the corner. (yes, she has her ballet slippers crammed into plastic princess heels)
She came to me dressed like this and announced very proudly, "Okay, Mom. This is as fancy as it gets." Not too shabby little one. Not to shabby at all.
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