Dress up

I am, by no means, a girl.  When I say that, I mean the 'girly-girl'.  Growing up, I was never into princesses or big, puffy dresses.  I did have Barbie dolls, but when my brother broke off Ken's leg we played that he had come home from Vietnam with no leg.  Serious.  My little nine-year-old brain thought that up all on my own.

Anyway, Maycee has decided that she loves princesses.  I have no idea why.  I definitely don't give her any girly ideas.

I have her blessing dress hanging up in her closet.  Every morning she asks to wear "that pretty princess dress".  She almost always has a dress on.  With pants.  Because there is no way she is going around in bare legs.  It's cold!

On Saturday night a friend of ours dropped off her daughter's old dress up clothes.

Maycee found them Sunday morning and had a field day.

There are no less than 6 pairs of princess shoes and a Snow White "golden crown".  At least that is what she calls it.

While I was getting ready for church on Sunday, Maycee was busy dressing up her dad in the numerous shoes.  She would put a pair on him and say, "Keep you shoes on, dude!"

Stephen would throw them off and Maycee would put them on again and repeat, "Keep your shoes on, dude!"

Cuties.