Finding Your Inner Princess

Let me just start by saying that when I was a little girl, I have no recollection of ever needing to be a princess. My mom may be able to disprove this memory, but I can't imagine I was ever bouncing around the house in pretty pink princess dresses. If I ever did such a thing, I quickly outgrew it when I realized the awesome power of Star Wars. Lightsaber vs. fairy wand? Lightsaber for the win! Who's with me? Anyhow, pardon me as I stray from my post. You see, I assumed that because I seem to lack the fairy princess gene, that my daughter would naturally be exactly the same. I was even hesitant to put her in dresses after she screamed and ripped her Christmas dress off in the not so distant past. Fast forward half of a year to the present day. You can now find my daughter running amok through the house wearing tutus and princess costumes pretty much any given day of the week. I can't help but ask myself, where the heck did she get this from? I mean, you sure aren't going to be catching me dancing around the house in a frilly pink tutu while I do dishes and laundry. Okay, okay. I'm lying. I actually do have a special tutu that I wear when I'm mowing the lawn. That is, of course, if by 'tutu' you mean 'Lord of the Rings shirt with the sleeves cut-off'. Details, right? Nevertheless, Abby is most certainly tapping into her inner princess these days. She even wants to be a fairy princess for Halloween. As much as I'd love to see her wielding a lightsaber with her costume, I'm just fine with the princess get-up. She's still too young for sci-fi anyhow. Who knows. Maybe the day will come when she wants to trade her fairy wings for princess leia buns. But hey...that would still be a princess right?

Here's my little Princess Abby. She is actually only 50% princess. The other 50% is tornado. Those kleenexes she's holding? Yeah...they were everywhere. She pulled the whole box out and threw them around the house in a matter of one minute. It's amazing how much destruction they can do while you pee.

But waste not, right?

And I had to share a picture of Alex. He, too, wants to be a princess off and on. I fully plan on using these photos for the sole purpose of torture at his future wedding. Know what he reminds me of?

Ace Ventura. I can't stop giggling.