Claire

My daughter, the ballerina/princess/jewelry covered sweetheart that she is. I know I danced around alot at this age, entertaining my parents to no end by watching myself twirl in the reflection of the television, but this girl surely has outdone her mama. Yesterday, she woke up from her nap and came out of her room with her princess crown on, her necklace, her plastic dress-up shoes, her backpack, and no pants. Apparently, pants are not necessary to complete the look she was going for. There is no trace of a tomboy in this one, nor is she modest about her "accomplishments." Shawn told her that the outfit she picked for school the next day was lovely and that she would look so beautiful in it. Her reply? "Of course I will. Why wouldn't I?" Oh, to be 4 again.

Here she is singing one of the Halloween songs she learned at preschool this week - "Them Bones." Destined for the Vegas stage? Um . . . I think not.

And here she is joined by her brother for a lively recitation of the ever popular Halloween poem, "Five Little Pumpkins."