Princess-in-training

There was a time, a brief period of time, after Sydney was born where I judged people who had their little girls running around thinking they were little princesses. I mean, who were these people? Brainwashing their children, letting them believe that their little girls were more special and beautiful and priviledged than everyone else; didn't they see that they were raising their girls to be total snobs?! Ridiculous and irresponsible were some of the nicer things I thought about these kinds of people.

Like I said, this was for a brief period of time. At around 18 months old, hardly coincidental with her first viewing of "Cinderella" (which was not in our home), Sydney fell deseperately in love with princesses. Consequently, I did a lot of rethinking and repenting of my judgemental opinions regarding little girls and princesses. I could go into a lot of detail, but nobody likes reading that kind of stuff on blog posts. So if you're interested, we can chat about it sometime.

For now, let's just say our little Holly has also been bit by the princess bug (she is 22 months old) - almost overnight it seems - and just as of the past few days she has blissfully entered the brave new world of princesses. She is loving it - the tiaras, the dresses, the shoes, everything. She spends a lot of the day dancing around in little circles, holding her own hand and singing, "I know you..." from Sleeping Beauty. This phase lasted quite awhile for Sydney, but it was a happy phase for her, so I can only sigh and hope that Holly enjoys it as thoroughly as her older sister has.