She chose a different, more Easter-y dress Sunday morning, but the tights stayed. And the leprechaun necklace. And two other necklaces. And three bracelets. And the silver gemstone shoes. And the pink purse we found at Goodwill a couple months ago, that one that she has designated her "nice church bag."
She also swiped my headband because we had forgotten her silver one.
When her teacher told her he liked her socks, she shouted joyfully, "They're tights!" and lifted her dress above her head to show him. Just goes to show you that making sure she's dressed modestly doesn't actually mean that she'll behave modestly.
And, by the way, I wish I could get tights like hers. For real.
The shamrock necklace, though? That's all hers. (As are the tights, I suppose, considering they wouldn't make it far up my legs!)
And how dapper is he?!?
(He still lets me dress him, if you can't tell!)
The only accessory he insisted on was the dinosaur in his hand!
Oh, how I love her!
Even if he tries to run away...
I can still catch him, though.
This, my friends, is a photo shoot when your kids are two and four. C'est la vie!
And their daddy ... he rocks.