Life with a Princess

This afternoon, Cecilie was trying on a new princess dress (an extra one from Xmas that never got returned to the toy store...) Grandma & Mommy made admiring noises about Cecilie looking very regal, and were stopped short: "No. I am not Cecilie, I am Lady Augustina DuBois!" She then proceeded to the top of the steps, holding her skirts high, and announced herself to the imaginary court: "Lady. Augustina. Dubois."

At bedtime, an exhausted Cecilie was fighting off sleep. As the eyelids got heavy, she all of the sudden remembered she'd forgotten to pray. She folded her hands, and whispered "Dear God. Thank you for this happy day. Thank you for this lovely evening. Thank you for all the prettiness. Thank you for all the lovely prettiness. Thank you for all the brides. Thank you for all the grooms. Amen. Your turn Mommy."

She then was willing to close her eyes until it was time for me to leave, all the sudden she insisted she had to stroke my hair [bliss!], and she brushed my earring. (Very small silver squared hoops). "Mommy, are those your hearing aids? " "No Cecilie, those are my earrings." "Hmm. I have hearing aids (dress up earrings), but they are much prettier than yours. Yours are not earrings, they are ear squares."