A princess?

My daughter is half way between two and three. She's funny. Smart. And cuddly. But she's tougher than her brother, and much naughtier. So it always catches me off guard when her grandmother tells me she's a princess. In fact, last weekend, she said Cali's a city girl.

These conversations get me thinking about my daughter and who she might be in a few years. Last night was an interesting peek...

Daddy was in the living room watching some hunting show or maybe it was a car show...who knows but it was BORING. So the kids and I hung out in the master bedroom, watching something much more interesting like the Real Housewives or some fashion reality show. Caden quickly fell asleep. But Cali was soon into my things. Handbags. Hair ties. Brushes. Belts. Even a few slips and tank tops. This scavenger hunt quickly turned into a dress up mommy party.

She brushed my hair and styled it with something in her ring box/hair goo container. Then she slipped a few straps from a few different tank tops over one arm. She put eye shadow on using a contact solution container. And tied two or three belts around my neck and midsection. I'm sure I looked like a beauty queen. It was fun and girly. And she threw a massive fit when I told her it was time to clean up for bed.

She may be on the girly side. But her princess moments are less about being an actual princess and more about being two. There's no Disney characters or crowns lying around our house. Just two crazy kids with a ton of imagination and little tolerance for anyone messing with their stuff...even if it's not really their stuff.