Princess Ashley

Some how, I ended up with a really prissy little girl. Ashley loves everything princess. She wears my high heels more than I do. She begs me all day every day to let her wear her fancy church dress. I recently started calling her princess. She LOVES being called a princess. The other night, I got her to stay in bed by reminding her of the story of Sleeping Beauty (we got that DVD for Christmas). I got her to pretend that she was princess Aurora, who had fallen asleep. Worked like a charm, as devious as it may be. This morning when she woke up, she came into my room and announced, "Mommy, Princess Ashley hungry! Want cereal!" Maybe it is starting to go to her head.

A few nights ago, I started making up stories at bedtime about Princess Ashley. They always start, "Once upon a time there was a beautiful little girl who was a princess. Her name was Princess Ashley..." and then the story goes from there. Ashley really likes hearing about princess Ashley, and often adds her own bits a pieces to the story. Tonight, Princess Ashley fell from a birds back into the sea and was making friends with a purple mermaid named Rosy (because her cheeks are the color of a soft pink rose, yes, the stories have a lot of detail, Ashley loves it when you describe everything). In Ashley's mind, in order to be swimming around in the sea, you need to be wearing a swimming suit. So she added that little tid bit. Of course, I should have known, you must be DRESSED for the occasion. And it was a pink suit to boot.

She regularly helps me pick out my clothes in the morning. She especially likes to choose which shirt I wear. She always selects my shoes for church, and I have to say, they always match. It is amazing she totally gets that you don't mix black and brown.

So, I ask you, how, when I am so un-prissy, how did I end up with such a girly girl. We've been having some problems with cooperation for cutting finger and toe nails. So today, I decided that I would motivate her by painting her fingernails. Honesty, I don't even know why I own nail polish. Ashley had absolutely no idea what it meant to paint your fingernails. So, I pulled out my polish (amazingly I have more than one color) and let her choose what she wanted. She chose hot pink, no brainer. She was thrilled. As soon as I was done, she wanted to find Daddy so she could show him. Too bad he wasn't home. Later that day, she was dying to show someone else her pink nails, so she was asking to go to Aunt Rochelle's house. There are lots of girls there that would appreciate a great nail polish color.

After her bath, I told her that if she let me cut both her fingernails and her toenails, then I would paint her toenails to match her fingernails. She had such an amazed expression on her face, it said, "You can paint your toenails too?" She didn't give me any trouble at all, so now she has hot pink fingernails and toenails. And believe it or not, so do I. That's right, Ashley talked me into painting my nails too, so we are twinners. And honestly, I don't hate the hot pink nail polish as much as I thought I would. I guess Ashley is turning me into a priss too.

Random Memory...

While I was getting ready for the day, I had a really random memory. On my wedding day, Brandon and I were having pictures taken around the temple grounds. We drove to the other side of the river so that we could get some pictures of us in front of the falls with the Temple behind. As a side note, my not-so-great photographer lost all the pictures with the falls, I was sooo bummed.

While we were over there, freezing our butts off I might add, we were approached by a few high school kids that were doing a video for some school project. They asked if one of them could pretend to propose to me while they video taped. I was a good sport and played along. I turned the would be proposal down though, saying "Sorry," and pointing to the ring on my finger. So, some where out there is some dweeby video of me on my wedding day being a dork and turning down a gangly high school kid who proposed with a CTR ring.