She loves to accessorize. Until she tries to put a bracelet just so and it won't stay. Then she cries and the tears come because in her mind then she's "not a tutu ballerina princess!!!"
Every week on our way home from trader joes we pass a construction site where they are expanding the road. The boys would've loved all the trucks and I'm always pointing them out to Norah. She could care less about the trucks. One day I heard her squeal and looked around to see what made her so excited. It wasn't the huge crane lifting steel beams...the person next to us in the car had on a necklace and earrings.
Our sweet girly princess
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