The Princess and the Pea

The other day, Whitney pulled one of the pink fairy skirts from the dress up bin, lifted it toward my face, and said, "PIH-pess!" After I put the skirt on her, she found the shiny, pink crown and sought me out with the same request. Then, she twirled and twirled in the middle of the family room floor until she was dizzy. (Twirling is the only way she dances now.) She begs for the PIH-pess book and squeals PIH-pess any time she sees one. This is all new daughter territory for me. Kallie was NEVER into princesses (or dress up) and has only gotten into them as Whitney has displayed more and more interest.

As far as the Pea part of the equation, my darling little princesses decided to have a pea-tossing contest the other day during lunch. The aftermath of their game made me very grateful that peas are bright green. The horrible, purple/gray, commercial-grade carpet found in every Wymount apartment is great at hiding traffic patterns, juice spills, and any other mishap you expect in a home with kids. And, while it's low pile allows peas to roll a great distance once they land, it just doesn't hide their final resting spot very well. Good thing, too, or I might STILL be looking for errant peas!