That is how we feel about Alice. We haven't been down an aisle this pink before. She is a quintessential girl, which is good because this house needs a little more dainty and a little less rough and tumble (not to mention boogers, smells of an intolerable nature and an insatiable desire to play with plastic swords).
Last week we went to IKEA to buy a bookshelf for her room and a dresser for T, and this is what she convinced us to come home with:
A PINK bookshelf. We did not originally intend to buy a PINK bookshelf, but she batted her eyelashes at us and used her feminine wiles on her daddy to get what she wanted. Now that it is in her room, I realize that I really like the pink bookshelf. Not that her room needed any more pink . . . it just needed more Alice.The pink Lack shelf holds some of her favorite Christmas presents. Remember how she wanted to ask Santa for a real life-size remote control flying pink glittery horse? This is what she had to settle for. And she was thrilled to do so.
And this:
I'm glad that she loves that Playmobil Circus as much as she does, because it only had a million gajillion tiny pieces for me to assemble, and I was almost not happy with it for a few moments here and there during its construction (however, since I was not at all involved in the assemblage of the IKEA furninture, I had very little room to complain).Other Alice favorites include these books:
Alice the Fairy, I like. Pinkalicious is a little weird, but it makes her happy . . . and, as evidenced by the pink bookshelf, that is apparently the most important thing.
And of course, the Lelli Kellys. As much as I love them, I'm nearly sick of seeing them. I hate to imagine the tears that will be shed when she can't jam her feet into them any longer.
