Sleeping Beauty

Girls are funny creatures.

I think there were a few weeks where they did this every day.

Sometimes if she didn't get kissed, she would yell for someone to kiss her. Funny, but not at 6:30 in the morning while she's still in bed and Ivy's still out cold.

By the way, I really like this coffee table. Too bad it stays with the house.

She's awake! Oh, but the game's not over. What happens after the princess wakes up?

Dancing of course.

Grace

A woman in our ward is offering some free ballet classes for girls 3 and up for a few weeks, so I thought we'd throw Sophie in to see if she'd like it.

I figured she would, since she dances around the house all day.

I took ballet for almost a year when I was 8. Lessons were twice a week and with piano lessons, too, I felt a little too busy. Playing with your friends is a huge priority when your 8. I wish I would have stuck with it because then maybe I'd have ballet legs and better posture. 

Anyway, I remember telling Grandpa Phillips that I quit ballet and he said that I shouldn't have because girls needed to learn how to be graceful.

Huh. I could definitely use some grace. I've been told I look like a ballet dancer when I bowl. But not when I dance. Or walk. Or accidentally drop things on the floor. Or cut myself.

Sophie's learning how to be graceful, too. I love watching her in class. Especially "skipping" (which is an awkward combination of running and jumping) across the room with her tongue hanging out.

She seems to like it, and I hope she wants to continue doing it down the road. 

Or she may end up like her mother.

(That last photo is my all-time favorite photo of her. It cracks me up every time I look at it.)

What's Up.

I feel bad for this semi-neglected blog and it's lack of a springy color palette. I do have things to share. Things that are so interesting you'll be gasping that I haven't shared them with you weeks ago.

Like how the girls always wear hooded towels. So much for any attempt at hairstyling. They pretend its their hair. Thank you, Rapunzel.

Or how we hang out in the backyard in our pajamas. And how blankets become strapless gowns. *sigh*

Speaking of backyards. I'm glad we have one. Especially on days where Ivy's taste in clothes becomes more eccentric.

Sophie's her same, playful, silly, fiercely independent self.

See how her hair is straight and smooth in the front? The result of taking a bath and wearing a hooded towel for the next six hours. Not so bad, I guess.

Speaking of hairstyles, we've been using this blog to get ideas. (I'm growing weary of "Belle at the beginning" hair. Ugh.)The girl on the blog who models the hair has long, thick, straight hair. So when I attempt to do styles on Sophie's short, thin, curly hair, it looks a little different. Still cute, though.

One day they commandeered my Food Network magazine and sat on the couch together to browse. I promise I didn't set up these pictures.

This was the cover recipe, and the reason Ivy picked up the magazine in the first place. She loves pancakes. Like ask-for-them-at-every-meal love.