Well, it's time to get our family holiday photo taken and we were looking a little bit like the Grizzly Adams family. So, Arianna got her first big girl haircut in the salon.
Here's a picture of her and daddy getting their locks snipped:
http://www.thrivingbabies.com/Images/haircut.jpgShe was crying until the hairdresser offered her a lollipop, then she stopped fussing. Three lollipops later, she was finished!
Then she got some shoes from the shoe store with daddy while I got some groceries. She wears a size 9 now! Apparently she was a little wild in the store and daddy had to calm her down. When he called her over to look at some boots, she reportedly said, "I am NOT Arianna; I transformed into a MOUSE!" Egads, I think her vocabulary is larger than some adults'.
Speaking of clever sayings, I was trying to convince Arianna to eat her bread instead of just licking the butter during dinner a few nights ago. Well, perhaps ordering her would be more accurate: "Don't lick the butter. Eat it. No, take a BITE. Stop licking it. You have to eat THE BREAD!"
Arianna put the bread down and yelled, "Stop treating me like a prisoner!"
I couldn't stop laughing.
So, just in case you might be under the false impression that I am a good parent, you now have evidence to the contrary -- straight from the horse's mouth.
Rebecca