Hanging out.

Someone is going to the derby.

Hanging out.

Cheeses!

A study in self-portraits.

Cart full o' fun.

Mama Mia.

Dance Recital

Sophie was not a fan of her costume. It pinched in a couple places, and itched in a couple others. I put band-aids on her back so she woudn't get stabbed by cording, and cut the sides of her tights so she wouldn't get sqeezed to death. It still wasn't a very comfortable time for her.

The show itself went very well - Sophie walked right up to where she was to stand, and did about half of the dance while looking out at the crowd for the other half. It was adorable. She really loved that class, especially her teacher. Unfortunately, Miss Christine is moving and her replacement isn't very good with the little ones. Miss Christine, you will be missed!

Toddlers and Tiaras.

Sophie had her pictures for her dance recital earlier this month.

She got to wear lipstick and eye make-up, but that was probably not the best idea I've ever had, since she kept rubbing her eyes and getting mascara all over her face.

Mama's shoes.

Sugar and spice and everything nice... until somebody grabs someone else's panyo, then it's WAR.

Just hanging around.

From Hair, with Love.

And then what happened?

Sitting pretty.

Sophie from the Block.

Watch out. She has bling.

Sk8r gurl.

Chubby cheeks. NOM NOM NOM.

Go, baby, go!

All right, Mr. Demille, I'm ready for my close-up.