The Whirlwind of Life

I don't think I've ever gone 2 whole weeks without putting something on this here blog.  It was a much needed break.  It seems like now that winter is over (except on my blog design!) our schedule has been picking up.  Two weekends ago we celebrated the life of a woman who was like a grandma to me.  She was a woman of faith and had a heart for children's ministry.  She will be greatly missed, but only for a short while.  We will see her again.

That weekend led right into picture week.  It's kinda funny how all these things happen at once.  On Monday Zoe had class pictures.  I'm most excited about these because I can never tell Elijah from Michael or Grace T from Grace E.  Zoe picked out an old Easter dress with tulips all over it, pink tights and her black Mary Jane "school shoes."  Daddy got her ready for school and sent me a picture.  She looked adorable in her tulip dress, pink tights and brown Converse high-tops.  Apparently the "school shoes" didn't cut it on picture morning, but the brown Converse did.  She looked adorable and I was secretly hoping she was in the front row.  That's a memory we need to keep!

Thursday was dance pictures.  This is the one that had given me heartburn for a good while.  With dance class, there are rules on how the girls are supposed to look.  They want them all to look the same.  That meant a high ponytail with ringlets, blush, lip gloss and mascara.  I knew the mascara wasn't even a topic I was going to touch when the mention of a curling iron sent Zoe into near hysterics.  No sense in putting on mascara if she's just going to cry it off.  I met my mom at the church (the mid point between her house and my work) to get Zoe ready.  Sure enough, the moment I plugged in the curling iron you'd think I was cutting off her big toe by all her screaming.  After the first curl she realized that it wasn't a) loud nor b) painful that she relaxed and laughed at all her tears.  Then she slapped on a little blush all by herself and some concearler to cover the scratch she gave herself that morning. 

She looked adorable in her outfit, all gussied up and ready for her pose:

Surprisingly she's asked me to curl her hair everyday since then.  She loves how curly it is and that it doesn't even hurt!  I'm seriously thinking another bathroom is needed since we are all about the primping now.