I walked downstairs this morning to find Gwen on the kitchen island. She was in her pajamas (which happen to be mine from when I was a little girl...you can see where my great grandma stitched my name on the front). Elle had turned music on for her from our computer and she was dancing and lip syncing. Gwen even pulled out a rose for her microphone. I loved it. The girls are not allowed on the counter but how could I put an end to this? When I first came downstairs she was dancing to Beyonce's "All the Single Ladies". There was bum tapping and some very funny moves. By the time I got my camera however, Elle (our resident DJ) had slowed it down a bit and put on a song from the movie Tinkerbell. Gwen calls it her fairy song. She was VERY serious and I loved every minute.
Gwen's hair makes her look like a ragamuffin. The reason: I found scissors and a big pile of hair on the table the other day. I can now check this off of my list. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. I think it is a rite of passage for little ones.
