Let's make an agreement right here, you and I. Let's agree that if you see me and my child out and about, you will automatically assume Hadley's outfit was not picked by me, and that, yes, I attempted to style her hair. The result of what you will see in front of you is what optimistic people like to call "independence." But what I have come to realize that word really means is "my kid threw 4 tantrums before I gave up and said 'yah sure, do it yourself.'"There has to be a dictionary somewhere with that definition.
sweat suit, tutu, & crazy hair
Cinderella dress @ Target
1/2 naked 1/2 apron dancing
So this is me throwing in the towel. I have come to realize that it truly doesn't matter if my kid wears princess dresses and crowns to every store we go into, or if her hair and outfit combo makes her look slightly homeless. She's being who she is, and she is having a dang good time doing it. And by "dang good time" I mean "spilling nail polish all over that brand new dress I bought her for summer."
Cinderella dress, Brave wig