So Granny (my mom) sent the four little girls new dresses that she had made for them. They all wore them to church today. Me, being the good daughter that I am, had planned on taking pictures so I could send them to her.
So she can, you know, prove that she has the cutest granddaughters ever. Like anyone else had a chance. As if.
In the hubbub of the morning, pictures didn't happen and by the time we got home from church, the two bigger girls had shed their dresses for something more comfy. Dang. Since I was down to the two smaller ones, I knew that I had to move fast lest someone spit up, have a blow out or get into the butter and ruin my chances for any pictures at all.
Yes. Hope eats the butter. Straight from the dish. All the time.
So we went out onto the front porch and this is what followed...
We tried really hard for a good one together, but you see how that worked for us!
So...we split'em up.
Charlie finally came to life...
And this one was definitely a keeper had it not been for Madgirl's orange toes in the background. And the lovely stream of snot running down Charlotte's nose. Orange toes and snotty noses aside, I just love a gingham dress on a baby girl!
Charlotte wants Granny to know that her dresses arent' just for wearing...they're delicious as well! And just so you know...after we finished taking pictures I most certainly did NOT use that dress to wipe her nose. No, I did not.
I thought Charlie's pictures turned out pretty stinkin' cute. Even if they were a little snotty.
And Hope's? Well, you just need to see for yourself.
We should have known with this first shot that things were going to get interesting. You can see the deviousness brewing behind her eyes!
I said, "look at Momma's camera Hope!" and this is what I got...
If you can look past the tongue, her dress really is quite cute.
Then we tried to distract her. I said, "Hope, show Momma your nose!". And this is what I got..
...a proud parenting moment, I assure you.
So you think Granny should show that one to the little old ladies at her Baptist church in Tennessee?? They might need to hold a prayer meeting right then and there. Sing a chorus or two of Just As I Am or something.
This would be why my mom has coined the phrase, "the wild one" when referring to Hope. ::sigh::
Then about 2 minutes after that last picture was taken, Hope jumped off the porch, tripped over her sandal and did a face plant on the cement. Road rash all along the right side of her forehead and just below her eye, plus a slightly bloody nose.
Yep. The Wild One. I need to go pray now.