A little Laney

The whole B thing has become ridiculous. (B=her blankets, in case you forgot) In the photo above there are at least 3 Bs. There are probably more buried under the ones we can see. In her bed right now there are 5 Bs. Her birthday is coming and she only wants more Bs. And candles. Don't even suggest something else like a truck or a doll because those things are ridiculous and what would she possibly do with them. Also, if you are wondering what she's going to be when she grows up, she's going to be a pirate. A pirate who talks in a gruff 2 year-old voice. I love this kid!

This happened:

Finally! No more top tooth hanging by a thread.

Dance

Millie's dance recital was a couple weeks ago so you can see I'm a little behind in my reporting. There is nothing sweeter than a little girl in a tutu. All that sweetness almost makes up for the hell that goes along with putting the hair in a ballet bun. Almost.

The shiny red and blue costume is for tap. Imagine 8 or so 5 and 6 year olds tapping to The Jackson 5's ABC 123 song. Got it? The cute almost kills you.