When my anniversary roses started to wilt, I let Brock and Allie each pick a couple to have for themselves, and I had no idea they would serve as such a great (and time consuming) activity. They played outside with their flowers all afternoon. Allie just kind of danced with hers, and Brock's of course became some kind of weapon making laser beam sounds and explosions.
One night while checking the kids before I went to bed, I noticed Allie in this amusing position. She usually asks that I leave the bathroom light on so its not too dark, so I wonder why she wanted her head under the pillow where I am sure its quite dark. Jake says she is just "finicky"...like her mother.
Allie got some "lips sticks" in a little purse for Valentine's day, and I managed to capture her with some on her lips.. and a bit above her lips. Its funny how her desire to wear make-up actually gives her the appearance of a mustache. Sometimes she cakes it on so thick, that the blue, orange, and red smudges actually startle me, and I have to stifle my laughter in order to compliment her "beautiful make-up!"