As soon as Claire started feeling better, she was back to her old ways – namely, bossing us around and wanting to play dress up. She’s got plenty of words, but she’s won’t always use them…she often communicates by pointing and grunting, and when that doesn’t work, screeching like a banshee. This particular morning, she informed me – loudly – that she wanted to wear her red tutu. And my necklace. Together, and right.this.second.
I obliged, and helped her into the tutu and let her put the necklace on herself. And the result was so cute, I made her stand still(ish) and took some pictures.
I wish that I had a better picture of her tutu – the picture below isn’t great – but a red tutu? Had to share it.