The continued emergence of our girly-girl

Have I mentioned that Elizabeth believes all of her outfits should be pink, and the pinker the better? I'm sure you recognize this outfit, because if it's clean, she insists on wearing it. I call it her "flamenco" dress. David and I have even taken to hiding it on occasions when we're trying to convince her to wear something else. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

I took this picture because I thought it highlighted her "girly-girl" nature. She had just gotten up from her nap, when she insisted on wearing her pink outfit, plus all of her necklaces and bracelets from Granddad. She also wanted her hair up in pigtails, so on a whim (ok, out of sheer laziness), I put her hair up in one big ponytail in the back. She insisted on looking in the mirror and preening, before she finally announced, "My hair is pretty. Just like the big girls at church!"

Have I mentioned we're in trouble?