sugar and spice and everything nice...
...that's what little girls are made of.
Or so the story goes.
The story of my little girl focuses more on the spice of that nursery rhyme.
Or so it seems.
She'd much rather hurl a doll at her brother than rock it to sleep with a plastic bottle.
And yet...
Yesterday Shanon dropped off some of Lily's outgrown clothes. Azure took one glance at this skirt and fell in love, had to have it flouncing on her own little body immediately. Even if it meant only standing at the back door instead of being outside. In her private wonderland.
The girl has a perpetually dirty face and hair in constant disarray. Still, she's crazy about painted toes, jewelry, and all other girlish trappings. Fiesty crazy.
Insistent,
stubborn,
Spicy crazy.
But her sugar is something to behold, as well. It mostly happens after she has worn herself out completely {in the private wonderland}. As I work in the kitchen, her chubby arms reach up to wrap around my legs, head resting gently near my knees.
This sweet side melts me.
Every time.
...
My baking last week was all about the girly world. It's a world that I newly love. These cookies were party favors for a celebration of my friend Meghan having her fourth - a girl.
I never get tired of pink and red together.
another cookie bouquet ordered by a friend for one of their clients who just had a baby:
AND one last glimpse at my spicy little Scott girl:
Sweetness *might* be overrated.
Reader Comments (5)
I love the feeling you catch with your photos as well.
I also love your creativity. Everyone of those cookies are darling.
Are you still teaching, too?