Priss Pots

I love our prissy little girls (and their preppy "Daddily"). We had to document this day because many of our mornings involve hair going all different ways (and frequently the hairbow has been pulled out before we walk out the door, IF one even made it in her hair) and shirts with stains or dresses with unmatching (or no) bloomers. But today was a not-as-insane-lifestyle-chaotic morning . . . so we took a picture to prove it.