I wish I could tell you that I told her to pose like that but that was ALL her.
I pulled a seriously rookie mom move and handed Phoebe a tube of my only non drugstore lipstick to keep her happy toward the end of these photos and the day was hot and and AND you can imagine how that ended. I could've sworn I had wipes in my bag or at least in the car but - nope. At least she was happy and I know I'll always love having these pictures with my little ladies so we'll call it a win anyway.
I feel like I could do little monthly blog blips about all the kids ever evolving quirks and personalities and things would still change rather drastically because that's what kids do. They grow up and surprise us daily with their mischief and musings (Julia was on a serious death kick in the spring - so many questions) and I want to say merriment for the sake of alliteration but yikes that sounds trite - so I won't.
But - blips!
Phoebe - calls herself Fifi and if she hears Bosco crying anywhere in the house she comes rushing to his side and says, "Fifi hold you?" and he generally just keeps crying but it's the thought that counts, P. She's skilled and sneaky about climbing out of her crib. Sometimes she'll just come strolling out of her and Julia's room late at night and say, "hey, what're you doing?" to me and Simon and other times she'll get out - change her clothes, rifle through Julia's most treasured belongings, line up all of their shoes, tear up a book or three ETC. It's a fun little phase. And we all hope it ends soon. She's perpetually packing up bags to go on trips and acts very put out when we tell her not to leave the porch. She changes her outfit up to 10 times throughout the day and is obsessed with making sure she matches someone in the house - doesn't matter who - just any willing faux twin du jour. She tells any willing listener that she's, "two" and holds up five fingers to demonstrate.
Julia - calls herself Julia and reminds me of a little someone I know by the name of G to the race Junior. She sleeps on top of her covers so she doesn't have to make her bed in the morning (I did that for years - lazy or genius? you tell me), wants to rehash every conversation she overhears adults having, and REALLY wants her hair to grow long. She heard trimming it makes it grow longer (truth, I think) so she always asking for a trim and has been known to take rather long ganders at her mane in the mirror when she thinks no one else is looking. She was awarded Student of the Month at school last month for her perseverance (I believe she persevered in asking when she was going to be Student of the Month, to be honest) but we went and watched her get her little award and it was one of the more rewarding moments of my tenure as parent. She wears her watch and bracelet - both presents from Nana - up above her elbow. She says it's just easier that way and who am I to judge?
Anyway, that's them.
Things will change tomorrow.
And the day after that.
And so on.
And so forth :)