Once upon a time I had a little two year old who was also an only child. It was Easter and she was thrilled. Thrilled to be outdoors. Thrilled to be at grandma and grandpa's house. Thrilled to find these mysterious things called Easter eggs just lying about.
|Eggs galore, 2011|
|Croquet 2011. Because we used to be fancy like that.|
Now it's 2012. Yes, she's wearing the same dress. (Last spring it was roomy. This year it was only with effort we got her arms in--but she was determined it would be worn. Yes. It. Would.)
But she's not the same lawn-gaming tot. Dearest, no. Uli is now Three with Attitude. And sunglasses that perch Just So.
And lest she be left out of the trip down memory lane, do let us remember little sister Ilse has developed over this past year as well...
|Ilse, Easter 2011|
|Ilse, Easter 2012. |
Doing the baby splits or something near enough. Best picture I got, sorry.
Don't even try to tell me that next year Ilse will be wearing her big sister's dress. No she will not! (She might. She's my roly-poly baby compared to thin little Uli. But we can't think like that. Three years of the same dress would make us crazy overly thrifty, right? Even if it's super adorable?)