Dress Up

Bek remembers these photos as Annie's first dress-up. She didn't don the dress unaided, but she did dig through Bek's clean laundry and request this snazzy number from the pile. One of many ways these days that Annie asserts her opinions, sense of self, and flair for fun.

In mildly related news, Annie joined me for Stations of the Cross last night, a time Rebekah remembers as her first Annie-less time at home since Annie was born. Sometimes it's not enough to get away, especially if you can't also stay home. Annie and Daddy are planning subsequent Daddy/Annie dates to Starbucks and the Beach.

BTW, Annie was awesome at Stations. She quietly removed every pencil from the pews, while following the circular path and tapping curiously at the stained glass.