Dear Georgia,

You woke up and came into my room this morning.  Just like you always do.  Just like I always do, I said good morning and then rolled over and tried to ignore you.  Big mistake.  You got into my makeup drawer.  Just like you always do.  But this time, you got out the red Lip-Finity lip stain.  Cherry red.  And you put it on, all over your little lips.  Given, it was put on almost flawlessly, but your lips were cherry red and I could tell by the sassy look on your face that it was going to be one of those days.  That doesn't mean a crazy tantrum day, it means a lets put on our dance leotard and tutu, church shoes, makeup, and paint our nails and toes and apply lip gloss until it runs down our chin kind of day. 

And that's exactly what it was.  I call it a high-maintenance day.  We went to Grandpa Gary's house, and you insisted on wearing your leotard and tights, and that's all.  Fine.  It's 15 degrees outside, but whatever.  At least you were wearing a coat.  As soon as we walked in, you said, "Grampa - look at me!"  Then you turned around.  Then you threw out a, "Grampa - watch me!" as you danced around the living room.  I left you there while I went grocery shopping.  Apparently you danced and sang songs the whole time I was gone! 

I love the girly days.  It costs me a $6.00 tube of lip gloss every time you have one, but they are refreshing and always good for a few laughs.  You have a great personality, little one.  And great hair and nails, too.  Next time, lets have Auntie do your hair, though.  It'll be much cuter :)

Love,
Mommy