as Tillie informed us this afternoon when she dressed up like a ballerina princess and pranced around the yard in her electric blue tutu and pink polka dot plastic heels. Where did she learn this? I'm blaming the older sister who isn't here to defend herself, but word on the street is she's having a wonderful time in Houston sipping kiddie cocktails while lunching at Neiman Marcus.
In other spring break news--what day are we on now?--Catcher practiced his shuttlecock swing with his dad while I was following the aforementioned princess #2 around to make sure she didn't crack her head on the concrete (at the expense of looking chic). Things are getting wild around here.